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Up is Down
I hate the shadows that creep in sideways on a beautiful day Missing lost loved ones Caring sometimes comes with a price to pay and all my cards are maxed out today Not exactly sure why I’m not gone But the tedious circus rolls on and on Shoot me out a canon come what may…
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Irony?
Does the hypocrisy of having to use the term “pew pew” on social media platforms while children are getting shot at school every week (Only here, in the good ol’ USA?) disturb anyone else? Don’t get me wrong, I believe in the 2nd amendment. I even believe that I have the right to own an…
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Homesick
Sometimes I feel the actuality That I truly am the primordial light In predestined waves Pushing out, into, and thru This cardboard stockade world… That omnipresent sense that something’s just not quite right makes discernment dance afire It’s always been there Like I’ve never been anywhere We’ve forever known This place is a mockery of…
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Not Quite Dead Inside
Hurtin’ fer certain Unraveled Unbedazzled Alone With my grief and fear Believe the elevator is broken Can’t begin to see up from here It’s dark Where my heart parks Fallen angels may be near But even the brimstone sparks Fail to appear
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Depressedula
No joy in Benville today Sweet sunshine reminds me of shadows of those now gone Some are still alive in some way But don’t seem to have much to say So I await the blankness of midnight hours And believe that I’m acquiring a taste for blood Clock ticks birthing melanic powers As ambient roses…
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Avoidance
Going dark to avoid downward spiral On transmogrifying spiral staircase Not always easy Morning has usually dispelled the charging shadows by the time I get up So I have to look inwardly for another time another place for me I can hide inside the sunshine but also still see myself Metaphoric hollow statue Reflective of…
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Just Another Weekday
Doomscrolling the day away adulting not to be done today I remember back in the the ’80s & how the cold war didn’t bother me Was much more interested in the circus that was my life & investigating the current sin Way back then I thought I’d be gone by now Somehow… couldn’t foresee waking…
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18 no more
The “lines on my face and hands” Alice sang about on “18” have made their way into my reality Spent so much time to get so little done Blinded by too much visionary to see I’d say there must be a reason I’m here but life has never made much sense; even tho I’ve paid…
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Tidal
Awash in darkness and apathy Sun shine outside Doesn’t tempt me from my crypt The desire to hold things no longer here embraces like a smallpox blanket and what happens when the right thing to do doesn’t seem to matter anymore and doing what I want to do loiters on the edge of effort I…
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Just Another Weekday
Doomscrolling the day away adulting not to be done today I remember back in the the ’80s & how the cold war didn’t bother me Was much more interested in the circus that was my life & investigating the current sin Way back then I thought I’d be gone by now couldn’t foresee waking upon…
Poetry, Random Ramblings and Rants 