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Poetry is living with rhythm and rhyme
silk and style intwined in lines, and
abandoning it all,
the sounds and the schemes,

Poetry is life in a harsh screeching halt.

Poetry is living while taking a bre…

Lets make something beautiful yeah?

Lets light a match and burn this place down,
tear the nails out with splintering teeth, and
grind whatever grit we can ’gainst our gums
Its all in the name of …

Sometimes you have to stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself, pick your integrity up off the floor,stop crying about it; and move on with your goddamn life.

eyes are a bit fucked up
and yet you can still see the lies that are the sandy walls to your castle
a sink full of blood and venir
and if you don’t get the reference
you’re lost in a sea ful…

Small “acts”
takes down
the tree of
growth.

The forest slowly dies.

I wish I was a cloud
so I could float and look down
at the land that surrounds
all the sad lonely towns.

I would fly and would think
I’m a drop down a sink
any time I could shrink
or disperse in one …

No gardenia blooms forever. No courtyards echo with faint music. Paris is destroyed by bombs and Argentina sinks under a rising sea-level.

We used to be friends.

You and I.

I remember you,
quite well in fact.

You were born in December
and you hated Winter
because it reminded you
of your mother.

I’m sorry she left you on the doorstep…

And then comes the rush;
the same numb feeling from below my feet
grabs through the blackened dirt
at my ankles as I try to run
away from anything I can.
Stopped in my tracks
by the century old pain
tying m…

“the burden of the past”
—-W. Jackson Bate in reference to tradition.

my words stretch truths
and flow through hallow trees—-

planting personal seeds
intertwining with roots of o…

thrown in the towel I’m done like chicken soup
got a cold maybe this shit’s getting old
time and time again waiting for this story to unfold
the remote’s clicked pause
rocked a schnauz
g…

A boat sits
on the Hudson
teething the water
that’s as soft
as a baby’s cheek,
clinging to
and longing for…

Hope.

A storm entered his placid mind,
Raining thoughts,
Thunder beat through his body as the pulse of his heart,
Lightning paved light, even if it was fleeting-
It would be another long night.

made an island from pocket change and a bent pin
hate what you don’t understand, who’s really sinned?
if i could feel the shit you rained
you think you’d fill me with more disdain?

Carry me down
in the lights of a skyscraper
below these streets
to find the lights and the lasers
that always flash through my head
like the airplane tracers
I mistake for falling stars.

We are never good…

i pluck flowers
as careful as
i watch the news
with dad

they dont belong
to us, i dont
deserve this.

i attempt amends
by offering them
to you

trash night comes
like it always does;
a broken vase,
a shattered …

when we were animals money didn’t mean a thing
and we’re breaking summer tonight
a dream catcher for every thought
lifeless star being
attempting to become oceans of space
an assailant of ligh…

Clouds circle over my head
Counting days by feet touching after bed
Surely there’s something more
than fences and a closed door.

Bombs explode in my head
The road to redemption is painted red
Light versus…