My search for wisdom

Hello

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generalizations on gender
and body fixation
is a 15 hour time share
in vegas, pointless
and made to make you buy
you’re already what you are
get into yourself
and care nothing about description
life is already short why shorten it
by objectifying yourself

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original concepts
are like finding a lasting lover
its an impossibility wrapped in chance

and/or public opinion, you more apt
to rehash a classic idea
or rare concept, than to stumble across
some new thing, try not to harp on the cliche
of what ever your doing, just do it
and hope enough people don’t recognise it
as the million other things it might have been
remember we are all made of dust
from trillions of other things

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recycled fiber coffee cups
collect in the corner of my room
a styrofoam cup soup mountain has been created
at the foot of my bed,
empty pill bottles mass
in varied shaped and dosages
in the drawer of my desk
comic books make up the difference
for all the other places
i can keep possessions
collage is an interesting time
and a very spartan way of life

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Pretty brilant
blurred vision and all
i focus and doll face
trims the light
in a choppy outline
inches from the stars
breaths away
seeing somthing beautifle

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so ive got this world
and i know nothing about it
well unless open a book
and learn something

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particles
in incohesive carnival
bacteria
existing in a single drop of water
eat and eat
live and breath
consuming all they
meet, this is love to me
and light as i see
exiting in a sea of edible enemies
who want to consume

everything just as much as me
that life in a puddle,
we are humans
we get to act with tact
so why do i suffer the trash
of men like me, eating everyone
they meet indiscriminately
why do they see people
as meat?

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que emotion

a timid man is an anachronism
in this world of openness
and instant brilliance
what worth is there in being silent?
when the wake of storming people
with muscle and feeble beautifY
can be accepted at face value
how shallow must i be to be set free,
speaking in riddled ruses
i lose myself in the violence of nonsensical
romance, because you can ask to kiss someone
you can’t ask to hold their hand
you can’t ask anything,
these are perceived differently by different people
and all girls are different, fact
you just simply need to know
when the time is right,
well they don’t make books for that
and actors in movies have directors
who tell them what love is

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blue white and silver
with cotton cascades
songs of love and happiness
wasting me away,
clothing is an after thought
as words are worth and i pay their cost
sorry for all i’ve lost
lusting after pipe dreams
and nice things, winding down a sund
grounding out the things i’ve found
i wanna know the sound
of sleeping, in 2s
breathing along with you

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Algy bra

disheveled papers scattered from door to floor
i make a mess of making sense of things i’ve learned before
the calculations run from paper after paper
getting smarter and going farther
is  tumultuous crime caper
where my sleuthing clues
and decisive point of view, enables adhd a way
of hindering my mind and the floor
and the trash can to create
any cohesive sense.

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today was painted in pastels
i could tell by way of color fade
and lines shifting into each other color
creating mud in the light from the hall
the tub overflowed abiit
sleep in knaps in the cleaning bath
made an end to the day
a watery script,
tip towing to bed

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it was a sunday in july
when i lost a lullaby
into a  world of angry eyes
fingers wound around her tight
i lost her in the moving world
a pretty song
a better girl

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