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I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words
My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul
There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope
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On a clear day you can see Fuji
I think that’s what Streisand said Riding trains toward Shinjuku Existence hanging by a thread
Bundled in these foreign streets
So simple we often tend to forget Life-changing inertia rolling along A tempered life without mixed regret
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Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned
Marching toward time with the burden of flaws
Waking to find age has not been kind
Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws
Mortality; a stark reminder of life
Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns
My soul rejecting this modern existence
Yet, no matter what, I refuse to be society’s Hester Prynne Like this: Like Loading...
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In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need Like this: Like Loading...
Hanging with suspicious writers
Not an overly socialized troop
An emotionally battered group
Pondering word placement
& the value of existence
The quiet utility of thought
Inspiration compounding persistence Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ve stripped myself bare
No longer an ego to drown
My words speak for themselves: aware
I sift for existence in coffee grounds
Judge not – yet you cry foul & unfair
A mirror does not create your frown Like this: Like Loading...
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Don’t forget to repeat our truth in unison
Stand up straight with proper military bearing Forget your conscience; such things are done Keep on moving toward the triumph of the daring
Unfurl the banners so that we might recite
Let the people know what we’re fighting for Light the fires, so the boys may march by night Let them live out their dreams in the glories of war
Remain focused- don’t live within your heads
For the battle is real, so is the carnage by the blade You need to stay loyal or your sons will wind up dead Listen to the drums, forget the thoughts we’ve forbade
This existence is painful, but hell will be hotter
Don’t return with blood soaked memories to spurn Live up to the fullest; embrace the full-bodied slaughter Raise your swords to the sky & let the traitors burn Like this: Like Loading...
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I wonder if she realizes to what extent
How her existence teases me so She exudes passion & beauty She looks delicious & I want to know
Her blessings spilling out of her shirt
Perhaps unbuttoned a bit too far She’s oblivious to my attentions With her facade cracked slightly ajar
I try to remain with respectful intent
Though my curiosities want probed I’ll just be waiting over here In the off chance she becomes disrobed Like this: Like Loading...
The sultan of suntan
Smelling like oils & lotions Sand clinging to your soul Cleansed by the water’s motion
Purged of evaporating dreams
We can focus on existence Wringing it all out At love’s steadfast insistence
All secrets illuminated
Nothing remains within Cover of cheap shades Truth permeates the skin Like this: Like Loading...
Drinking black coffee out of Delta cups
The cheap seats listening to Empire Burlesque Mixed metaphors crawling in the night Still pondering why a raven is like a writing desk
Dislodged tea parties & cries of Nevermore
The world swiftly swirling all around me Reducing myself into my words Hiding now within punctuation & necessity
Unsure of our place in time
Triangulations are stretch marks on the soul Society wants me to be all shiny But more often than not, I’m tired & dull
Where do we find our inspirations
The formulations upon our existence Personalities discarded to the rubbish pile Pushing us further away within time & distance Like this: Like Loading...
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You don’t see me when you look my way
Like a ghost – I just don’t seem to appear Faded into the background of life Unable to compete with all you hold dear
My kind smile & open arms aren’t a reality
Merely static in your fashion-conscious day I’m over here trying to catch your eye Yet my shadow is not even in your way
What more can I do to attract you
The uncool of America
Not enough flash Eagerly & quietly industrious But we’re still short on cash
You’re out here ridin’ high on your horse
I’m down here with my heart broken You’re clearly oblivious to my existence I wonder if you’ll ever be woken Like this: Like Loading...
Crafting words & dilapidated feelings
Withdrawing the essence of existence Distilling the meaning of love’s texture To stir my soul to our mutual subsistence Like this: Like Loading...
Working on this beach bod
Lived my whole life up in my head
Trying to become something lovable
Society left me mostly ignored instead
Attempts to create an unique existence
Purging the dreadful; want something more
An authentic soul bent on sincerity
Giving you my all, but you’d rather have Thor
I can’t be anything that I’m not
I’m lifting weight, going for a run
Never listen to what a fool transcends
Getting old is not any fun Like this: Like Loading...
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So you think you want to be wild
But you’ve never left the city gates Living within such structure Organizing a lush, manicured fate
Pushing forth the semblance of influence
Yet, outwardly needing to create a scene Dreaming of an adventurous existence & what breaking free could possibly mean Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to be tender
Even when you’re feeling cauterized
The day’s been hard
But you come home to her ebullient eyes
Leave your frustrations outside the door
No need to bring any of that inside
Humbled by the cost of existence
Know when to be compassionate, no tint of pride Like this: Like Loading...
I went for a walk in the predawn hours
I could feel something wasn’t quite right
’Twas a red sky morning/sailor take warning
Amiss; something’s gone bump in the night
There was a time I went walking in the woods
Fatigued; this existence has become too tense
It was there I encountered the damned zombies
They stole my peace along with my sensibility & sense
Now, I don’t do much walking outside of the wire
If I must, I seek protection from my Heavenly Lord
I never fail to bring along a prayer upon my lips
& in my hand the weight & might of the Wu-Tang sword
*found this graffiti in Wilhelmshaven, Germany in 2017
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You don’t think you’re beautiful
Because of the pain you feel inside Existence finds itself with a teetering lull The path to happiness merely not identified
But you need to write your own dreams
Never settle for what others might demand Seek out adventure & self-discovery Find the surprising beauty of the unplanned Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling a deep desire Focus on her existence Passion’s everlasting fire Like this: Like Loading...
Sunshine cresting from the sea
A soul to be filled with love’s perfection A mere vessel to carry on this life Beating in my heart’s reflection
Allow me to circumvent your plans
Wedging myself in your obvious way Please look me gently in the eyes This happiness; where forever stays
You’re more than you’ll ever know
Our tandem rhythmically in stride Your taste is existence’s paragon Evermore with me at your side Like this: Like Loading...
Falling in love every morning
Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace
A partner in this shared existence
Let me look upon your slumbering face
Slipping from the warmth of our bed
To chronicle the inspiration found in the night
Regeneration of unbridled passion
Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write Like this: Like Loading...
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Sailing out on the good ship
Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat Like this: Like Loading...
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Disquieted moments in the afternoon
These Springtime rays have a golden hour Reflecting youth into my weary eyes The reassuring notion of dreampower
Yet gone are the mornings we woke afresh
Our mortal flesh reeling down on Earth Life; the thorn in the side of this existence Internal fire requires our souls a wider berth
The slings & arrows shall never fully hinder
For love always eventually finds a way Darkness cannot extinguish the sun This truth discovered by the piercing light of day Like this: Like Loading...
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I am a seeker of truth
In the darker moments of existence When our souls are hurt & freedom is at an unfathomable distance
Broken frameworks & deep mistrust
Will you take me home after I’ve done my bit Honesty is the only way we’ll survive Open & earnest with the unblemished truth of it Like this: Like Loading...
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Down by where the river meets the sea
If you go missing me, that’s where I’ll be
Kicking stones, pondering this existence
The sun rises yet again at love’s insistence Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t know what the hell I’m doing
I’m just trying to feel my way through This existence offers many pitfalls Working within our struggles, those Blues There’s only one way to survive here You’ve got to continue to fight your urges Finding the right path to paradise Piecing together words to sing the dirty dirges Like this: Like Loading...