2nd Thoughts

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SOULBOUND

I've been grinding for 5 years.
Some sense of RL
Accomplishment comes,
But consumption has a lulling effect.
A sort of horse of a horse
Drawn carriage viewpoint.
Focus and discipline
Amount to just enough reality
To trick me.
My achievements aren't the sum of tallied points
They are my legacy.
My only story.
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BLEE BLAH

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ACCEPTANCE

Electric fish
Caught and consumed
For calming comfort.
Cancer sticks, Cancer fish.
Is this my great shortcoming?
Or am I just a man?
Love is a worthy pursuit
But locked is my vocalization
Save for what excites me.
A masquerade party overwhelms
And proclaimed love wanders
Into sea of masked anonymity.
Have you seen her?
I was after all her plus one...
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Peek-A-Boo

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CREEPER

Lifeline
Isn't mine.
I find refuge in calm
Waters of pleasing.
Others are given no reason
Or chance
To notice
Blended carnation.
A common flower.
Invisible
Until
You find
A better reason
To stare.
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You and the horse you rode in on...

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WHITE

Quiet maiden,
Loving lady.
Heart like the rain.
Mearas coveted,
Yolked with the one who speaks with men.
I am noble steed
Not to be parted from master.
My love still beckons.
Caring mother of foal,
The legacy of feax.
I am gift
To savior.
Beautiful, bright.
I shall not be parted
From master.
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Sometimes I'm ashamed of how 7331 I ahrs.

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SPIDERMAN NEVER ROLLED A PALLY

Necrosis.
Cripple.
A black blotch
Reaching across my back
And through my body.
Akin to Eddie Brock's alter ego.
Carnage, a fellow.
A disguised dealing,
Designed to remove ability;
Total neural re-route.
The heart is all that once remained,
Call it ignorance
Or blind faith.
It doesn't matter.
It still saved my life:
A divine protection,
Without a trace
Of forbearance.
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Mid Term Votes

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DEMONSTRACY

There's a bully list in my pocket.
A list of ways to dominate
And demean.
A guide to undermining hard work
And denying love won.
My bible of self assurance.
Assurance of never being hurt again
Like the time my heart was truly and unfairly broken.
A misrepresented phantom
Distorted by time and a forgotten perspective.
Donning the mantle of absolute victim
Softens death's blow
As I hand over the deed to my life
Without consideration.
I wish my brain had primaries.
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Oh Noes.

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LOST FOUND

I am still.
Intact.
Here.
Still breathing.
Eyes open.
Not sleeping.
No coma.
Still breathing.
In tune.
Still feeling.
Time goes.
Not me.
Routine fails.
Never dependable.
Friend.
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Dare me to jump over the bonfire?

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BALANCE UPON RAZOR'S CRED

I am fearful
Of familiar
Sliding.
A special, smooth, slide
Quick to turn
And come the slick, slip.
Powerless I am
To tractor beam hooks
Like three chord pop
Pleasing a dumb, numb.
Satiety rolls over.
This is my comfort er...
I have to embrace
And embark
To leave it behind.
Am I lying?
To central core?
I know enough,
But I never stop there.
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Daze

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GROCERY GETTER

This is my grocery nightmare.
Eager boy.
Too eager hands.
Tired is the mother of this
Idea.
Unformed life
Reluctant, Ignorant and satiated.
Age compensates
For general social acceptance
Of this child.
Soon adulthood came
While summer nights cover
With balmy breeze
And afforded space
Purchased for me.
I am waiting,
Because thats what I was told to do.
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Rolling Hills

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YA LIKE TO GET WET?

Water slide ride
Straight to a plane of dreams.
No, not ignorant bliss
Or apathy.
I'm better than them today.
This is just another way
Of reminding myself
Work is good.
Good old fashion dirt
Under my nails
Somehow helps me sleep.
It makes me acceptable.
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Lazy Lovers

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FIT TO BE FRIED

Boredom and guilt mingle
In the land of dim daylight
An evening spent
In purgatory trance
Till' crossover renders
Complete.
My dainty nothings
Wiggle like Pac-man ghosts.
Expressive,
Their apathy obvious,
A physical refusal
Of my designs
Leading to further inner dialog.
Self criticism
Is king
In the land of the shut in.
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Hmmmmm....

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I AIN'T NO SENATOR'S SON

Luck is silk
On my legs
Slip like that physic al
Brush of passing
Glance.
Sultry and seductive
Leaving sensation
In wake
Inexplicable.
The stuff of fairy tales.
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Brain Drain

I hate being sick.

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OH BROTHER.

Paranoia
Is my constant companion.
The ghost of this man's
Spotted past
Haunts my waking hours.
Doubt is cast
By stone statues
Towering
Commissioned by that fretful figure.
Reminders of how history is supposed to repeat itself.
I wish there were statues of what I will do
And what I will become.
I don't know if they'd be worth the cost of stone
I'll still live.
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Diggin' Time

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RINGLING SLAVE

Perk holes ahead
This land is my own.
My home is yet to be built.
Situation stable
College bound
Soon to be
A professional circus clown,
Trained to seem the dolt.
New horizon line
Allows no more painted discourse,
There is only room enough
For one
Me.
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I don't think you read it.

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SO SCARY.....

Immediacy
Is of the utmost
And highest importance.
Your defensive stance is simply natural
And naturally reflexive.
Requisition of time
Sparks fear from blank stares.
Quickened breath
Panting heart
Lead you willy nilly
down hedged road.
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Thats Good

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WHAT IT IS.

Full plate and pantry
List long
Laundry done
Clouds cushion
My moonwalk.
Daydreaming science
Applied to picture and painting.
Surface tells the story
So do I
I just take longer.
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Getting hard to do this lately

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WHAT?

What will I be
Of my hope?
Is it true?
Futuristic mysteries
I pray for...
Safe passage
And progress.
The sole feeling
I believe
Is enjoyment
Of processes:
Creation.
Bridging
With the mute persons
Inside my mind.
Underpass dwellers
Passing notes between carts
Move mountains in my heart.
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Big Day

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BOY WONDER

I've pretended
To be a lot of things
While believing eyes glaze
With malaise
Serving reality to suit my mind's eye
And sooth ragged heart.
I kept walking one direction
Vacant mind preoccupied
Never thinking
About the inevitable
Circle I walked,
Looking for answers
Not meant for me.
I am trapeze artist.
Like matron and patron Grayson
Falling by murderous hand.
The truth in me looks on...
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Dinosaurus Rexamus.

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EBON PARROT

Midnight perch
Cold
Heat falls
Absolute
Like a stone
Down a well
Around flightless man.
Grimaced and waiting
For this
Invocation
Tongue tip close
Never closed out.
Petrified wood and I
Never felt so close.
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Cop out.

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QUICK AND EASY

Quittin' shit
Just ain't it
That calms my anxious bones
Work gets done
Then time for fun
Keeps me from getting cold.
I tend to lose my mind you see
Purpose lacks, stare glaringly.
Holes burnt out of inside me,
This hot seat is last
Where you'll find me.
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Big Red

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BIRTH RIGHT

The day want dies,
Birth begets a new son
Of purpose.
Creation floats, aloof,
From fingers
Chewing runes, midair,
With indiscernible intent.
Hieroglyphic life
Fashioned for confusion
Waylay love's aid
Allowing self to find purpose
Again.
Betray my Esau I will.
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Quasi

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AND IT TOLLS

Ringing hands
And Ears
Run dry by circles
Of seclusion,
Ensuring progress halted
As such is unfamiliar.
Focus comes
At a high cost.
I must figure a new way
To pay rent.
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Grown ass man.

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INNOCENCE SEEMS EASY


There are things poetic
Children know
That I don't.
I take after this:
A familial vortex
Fueled 
By my need
To hear about it.
Knowledge went forfeit
From childhood
Wallpaper and favorite books
When survival became focus.
Master thyself
Believe,
especially know that it's worth more now,
To meet you'reself again
Despite what you know now.
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Capt'n in me?

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STAR MAP

Pirate's periscope,
Telescope, telescopic lens;
Altering how the world sailed.
Bridgeman with horizon eyes
Made safe crew and booty
Arriving port side
Time wise
And pay made.
Analog ical age
Gave way to digital
This linear approach
Is dated.
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I'll cut my own legs out from under me, Thank you very much.

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POOF

Explosion half life
Folded and threatens.
Double dipped
Burnt so as to remain
As controller
Of a solemn visage.
Stalling
For feeble heart
To toddle
Like unsure babe
To doom's edge
And chalky cliff.
Comfort is this
Grimy language
Of it's converse.
Counting down
Minutes till completion,
Missing the miracle.
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ZzzzZzzzz......

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PATCH

What does it mean
To be free
Of this ball and chain?
Empty force
Of persuasion,
Nagging,
"Be careful."
I haven't lived yet,
Frightfully so.
What will she think?
I never knew myself
And decision rides
Car seat ready
Facing the airbag.
Continue on
Patchwork
Quilt.
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Easy Bake

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COMMUNITY CHEST

Chance,
Born like an infant
Into parental care,
Discernment matters most.
Metaphysical matters
Spin your wheels endlessly
Until the wholesale collapse.
Chance
Could perish in the fall.
Parental proof
This baby is already finished.
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New World Order

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I WILL NOT BE THE KEEPER

The feeling of non-assimilation
Crests infrequently.
The dawning of realizations:
Sense is not made
By being
Here.
GPS Scrambler...
Was a search party sent
When I went missing?
Or never arrived?
Adaptation is a powerful ally
Running strictly
Linearly with it's participants.
Perhaps risk is my unfortunate new career.
A fondness unavailable,
Unreachable,
Still waiting
For me.
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Secret eating....

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UNCOMFORTABLE

Fatherly obsession
With hidden love
Of secret courtyards
Stowed embarrassedly
Deep within labyrinth's lines.
For hope?
For desire?
Motives vague,
Like a bad actor playing
Out their death
Too matter of factly.
Can we just decide
What we seem to be?
Errant acting preemptively casts
Roles for which
We were born to play.
Sadness filling my throat
Gurgling at prospect
Of half expressions
And total impressions
Filling gaps
For the "what not"
I am.
Personal treachery
Only answers to one name:
Murder.
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Return of the......

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NEVER JUST ONCE

Delayed
To breakaway
Lingers from yesterday.
A host
Of ghosts
Raised to ensure that I can pay.
Fleet feets meet
Tiller of wheat,
Or so the story goes,
What's known
Won't hold,
Credit untold,
No beauty beside the rose.
So turn tail and runned out
This stop I been gunned out
Left by sheriff
Who'll tariff
My heart and my soul.
So remember to roll
Through said curfew
And plan a date
To get away;
Cause' tomorrow's already dying
If you made it today's yesterday.
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Creature destruction, discard?

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SENGIR

Obtained by sweat
And tears
Is my sanguine vision,
Sight through vessel and life.
Scope of the heart,
Reader of the red
Lettered text.
Trustworthy aspect,
Brackish and warm,
My flowing love
Reminds me
Where true purchase and presence come from.
Death will come
At her peak of honesty,
Purging the good
From the every man.
I have withstood my severance.
My blood is on my own hands.
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End of the line

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LEVELS AND LEVELS

Sky light
Bright,
Familiar embrace
Of this internal investigation.
Jealousy leaves
Ganglion divided,
As if indecision was quantifiable
On the cellular level.
Could I be sorted
Out?
Parts that matter,
The feeling parts,
Acknowledge good and evil
Are subdivided even further;
They are not without their converse
And nothing, no matter how small,
Belongs wholly to one constituent.
Obsession over assertion
Of black and white regulation
Is quite the merry go round.
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