My search for wisdom

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cheap and passive angst

the only way i know how to be
awkward and crushed with empathy
sifting my eyes through the day to day grime
trying to find purls in punishment

working as all men do
tirelessly against the wind and with one hand in the pocket
of my culture that is slowly phasing my style of living out
for the newer hipper model
that for the life of me I
Cant seem to assimilate with

 

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meagure

give into courtesy
building me a place to sleep
with cardboard and 10 volt liberty
as i have words to make
and lives to empty
through a little cord
no more important
than the man that pressed the button
at the bottom of the worlds
where men are evil
and love has a parilas exchange rate
over state lines

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a troublesome self
as honest as a child with a lie

behind his eyes i fear
the best of us
are wickedly brilliant after a beer
and most of us are simply mumbling fools
when time calls for clarity

 

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sleepless or day dreaming
running fingers through the air
interlocking lips with fabrics
there’s a veil over every interesting thing is this world
weather it be this skin
or her lenin’s, and that blasted curtin
simple borders break reality
into give and take
easy things like words and action
or expression must be harnessed
to get t the soft surface
of this, our reality

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a wicked thurst

a warm breath
sends a cool mist across the glass
cold meets a living heat
forcing the vessel to sweet
in tiny beads across the neck
gravity plays its part
as little channels form rivers
rolling down each side
water always flows south
so i fight nature
upending the world to taste
the life within, spilling some joy
with a sip and a smile

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White deck

Walking with a host of friends. Order and answerless we move with purpose. Seeking numbers and purely whites, a great wave of people walking arrested and passified trying to survive tapped out midnightes and dwindling hands playing the same cards over and over hoping for legends and life to stack in our favor.

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The first time is a fireball
rolling down your lips
lit from the tongue
to the ends of your fingers
while your eyes open wide
and embers multiply
in to rivets along your spine
gin blossoms that send your world
into a tailspin of smiling, hugging,
chaos…

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Match books
dirty looks
beer mugs
and shaggy clothes
aching ears and wobbly feet
sleepy smiles
dirty teeth
easy tears
frozen knees

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Leveler

Despite your best intentions
you are not a gift to be given
or a treasure to be preserved
you fought with life
to be something of worth
but here in this place
you are equal now like you always were
only point of power in your heart
is the presence of your essence
absorbed by her as she passes
taking your hand like it was hers
by blood and birth

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The pavement welcomes us
cross-legged and hungry
looking like children
in clothing made for people
who built themselves up better
thread bear and stylish
listening to music
that no one of any consequence
would ever think to care about,
we drink out the night beneath the stars
to the sway of waving lights
provided by a light house we
never think to find
when, the sun is in our sky

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cellophane on our counterculture

the contrast is contagious
staining our pages
like a faceless trend
that takes shaped when we press send
its a subculture of views
still undefined by the news
and the talking heads
that determine if the unenlightened horde
will press it on t shirts to sell back to us
for our work in making it important..
I prefer it elusive and deadly
like music with heart
before emotion became emo
Books with purpose
before literature grew fangs

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I prefer porch lights to signal fires
though iv lite either in my own time
beneath halogen and soapy skin

smelling like mashed up lovesongs dipped in amaretto
Meaning i’ve made a mess of sidewalks
five tiered stoops for as long as i’ve loved
and losted each heartwarming though
Tastefully forgotten

 

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