My search for wisdom

Hello

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E with me batteries included

cliche as it may be
i hope to kiss the fire from her lips

only exhaling smoke in coughing sprees
to free the tar from the bars of her chest
i want to be a simple instant
a peace of purity to counterbalance
an age of apathy
that keeps her thinking
that breaking down is the only way to build
we are finite, like pure water
and stardom.. so consider yourself
to your bones as a home of the heart

that my drunken 80s rock ballads

can kickstart when you get stuck in park

 

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Max told me the rebels never made a difference
anarchy as a theory is pretty but chaos
is a firestorm that kills all the builders
and smokes out the teachers, a reclamation
comes at price… so the people in power
held the anarchy to fashion
and friction with special mention
to strings and amplifiers

and just a few brush fires

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explore another world
with eyes like sinkhole
black hole hearts that boomerang around my world
gravity shifts and i begin to shrink

crushed beneath the east
a smiling myth that kisses my lips
and all i get is honeysuckle sarianides
and diabetic scares

candy necklaces biting them away from her neck
love becomes a regiment
of flushing, brushing, rinse and repeat

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roses pile and putrefy
miles high and higher still they rise
the thorns remain
pin pricks and anchor holds
that let the mistake take its mold
you can’t heap pretty things
on a bad foundations
i sit in my room waiting
hiping the gardeners will come
to cut away all i’ve gowns
its time to till the soil
its time to burn all the oil
making a new start a new benign
time to cover my mind in things

that seem a little more honesty
a little more kind,

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fingers dance and mine sway
skin begins and ends where
fabric mends the distance
the goal is to hold your heart
into an origami owl
that hoots and moves
with pretty eyes and bright smiles
with just the right amount of gile
till the border gets smaller
and the desert gets wider
all the great land to see
and hands manifest destiny

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but the clay set just right

the skin that escapes beneath the veils
of modern fashion are becoming
my one and only true distraction
giving into the nature of my gender
i cant help but be reminded
that im a little sexest,
not really in an offence if sence
more to the order of envy and intrigue
like when you see a cat chasing a laser pointer

you just really wanna see him catch it
just once

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Him eh

simple light cuts the night
sir cut into spirales by the ceiling fan
dust spins like little dervishes,
devils of a sandy room
making their way to the door,
the air kicks on and the alarm clock plays
the window pain sings along in echoes
the day beings and the sky begins to cry
my hand lands with a thud
and i fear bud on my chucks
bad luck and monday muk

 

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she rose from the bed
sleepily she rubbed her eyes
the night hung on her shoulders
holding thin covers to her back
the carpet attacked her feat
with curious coarse fibers
freezing and squishy
wet towel from last night shower
she walks down the stairs
pours a glass of milk,
she gets to the couch
sitting down, she turns on the tv
the lights go on and she tunes out
ahhh the weekend.

 

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are we dystopian yet america?

the upper class rants
and the lower class rebels
while the middle class supports them all
the cast of a story set in stone
by powdered wigs and wooden boats
the truth of a nation of wonders
is the self inflicted servited
of a class system that hold itself
in tax law and ignorance,
teach us all equally, set the standards high
spread the wealth, oh wait the nation is in debt
the social ranks are in chaos
the power is on but the mind is away
and photographing famous parents
feeding their babies is a legitimate profession
society is an illusion kin to the class system
next on the ballet abolish ethnicity to be replaced with
humanity as a whole, land of the free
home of the humans… stop attacking culture
be at peace with difference
while still embracing individuality

Filed under poetry cyclical unraveling by singling out people as commodity over living beings

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for what ails ya

an ugly miracle
that could change the world
made to make a mess of tragic means
aid for the aid less, refined for your flavor,
sold at a second hand store… redemption
leave your shoes at the door
lacking mass appeal or brand zeal
will heal the rats in the gutter
before the government
mutters its existence, tax less wonder

a social blunder rolling like thunder 
generational bias an beautiful
it can be yours for the price of paradise
or just a few hours of your time

 

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equality and panel shifts

gives to charity

participates in trials of respect
gives his friend’s advice
trusted and honest

in questions of doubt
her gives his perspective
in truth he is just like you
with all the same points of view
sque from his origin story
the boring stuff like quotes
he can coax from his past
references from books he knows
prose from people he drank with
movies songs stories, allegory
times he was belittled or betrayed
people are all generally the same
just backstory and perspective
baring chemical markers
genetic abnormality
or early childhood development abuse
think about superman, hyperion, shazam
darkside, blue marvel, steel
all basicly the same dude…
with history and origin variations.

 

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45 dollars and hour

the joke of the past is the memory that comes back
to the drone of simple hacks that make you suffer flashbacks
on little leather beads with suede carpets in rooms
where people used to smoke, building on the chemicals
that makes the heart race while the eyes close
and their minds render ghost in prose, strung along
a mile of lines that mill about the floor all the shagrin
of the wealthy bore in the chair staring at the perverse nature
of letting sad people get sadder in order to get made them happy
and inevitably sad again, pain is the punishment of mistakes
and regrets are the inevitable afterthought of choices made
or not made equally.. its the therapist hope to help you harvest what you know,

water you heart and reap what you sow… while the notebooks
overflow

 

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synthetic sparkles

place a gender and a perspective
on a point of cosmic dust

that floats like a hook on a string
in a stream blue and serine
catching the hungriest mouth
the barks sink in as the fish whirls and twirls
the dance of survival begins
again and again, until the hungry soul
ither breaks the line or falls prey
to the endless tug of hands and simple mechanics
cranking a little line every time
it gives in dying when it gives up..

 

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