Montana Soon?

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DENTAL FLOSS TYCOON

This is new
Life.
I will love
What is
To come
And who
Is to march.
I will stand
Beside battered boy
Long shamed
Left too shy
From personal redemption.
I will raise
Banner beyond bounty
And seek respect
And honor.
This I will achieve
With lurve.
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Flit Flat

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A LITTLE BATTY

There is an unspoken fear
Gliding on wings
Like Fledermaus
Flittering about your head.
Eyes dart
Brain crunching
To find projected point
Of interception
But too slow are you
And so "Batty" hastens,
Until you seemingly sprout
Into a vortex of flailing arms
And grabby hands
Scooping with empty palms
At shadowy projections.
My reflection spoke to me once too.
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Deal with the Dev.... crap thats me.

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LOBOTOMIZED INDOCTRINATION

Brain wash wishes
But how to procure
Detergent, not too sure
If I'm looking
For a hot soak
Or a total bleach out.
Which way am I thinking today?
Incriminate yourself
Again,
I mean your brain again.
Wring it of it contents.
Goodbye.
No more.
Down the drain.
Patience must find me
Lest I turn myself
Into a walking headstone.
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Have I lost it?

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GOO GOO GAH GAH

Never try, Never know.
That's the way the story goes.
So, once upon a time unfolds
To prince and king and queen untold.
A family long reigned from the throne
Made beggar and wise man hum and drone.
For years no change could break that stone
Safety to dear, soldiers too worn.
Life dragged on and men grew dim,
No plans were made, least of all on whim.
No child laughed, no women mourned,
No crier called, no herald, no horn.
Blackness came and death was born
To murder misery and release forlorn,
Soon death had finished
And life had grimaced and gasped its croaking rattle,
God moved on, chattered and yawned
But all I heard was prattle.
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1 and done

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THE ROTE LIFE

"It's not you it's me."
"It's not that I can't handle it,
It's just.... well you know."
"I thought I was ready
But I've realized
Right now just really is a bad time."
"Well we would but we just can't
Take the time off."

And then life was over.
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My dad the rapper

No internet last night as we just moved.

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FLURRY OF WORDS

He doesn't spit
But speaks in his own sense
Like Em.
"This fairy-tale isn't it son!"
"Son, recognize opportunity and take a risk!"
Or was it,
"Take this opportunity and risk it,
You better recognize, son!"?
Like Norway and Mississippi
But the same idea.
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Mackie Doos

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EPOXY AND ME

Sometimes I fly high
Content to be
Rube Goldberg,
Adding without need.
Today is different;
Need is alive
So placement becomes skill
Of necessary meaning.
Particular amplification,
An art lost
To excess...
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Der Waffle Haus

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STILL LIKE ME

Full expression is a dream
Unrealized. A caged construct
Made from earth and metals
Raging against harnessed
Contradictory state.
Created for earth
Weight locked
By family and station
By money and education
Locked by expectation
Of this social mess.
A jury of peers
Condemning for not being their peer.
Put them all in cages
Cease the seclusion
Cease life.
Reap like George and Daisy
The only employed half men.
Death will come heavy handed
To the waiters,
Leaving nothing in its wake,
Empty legacies of massive bodies,
Little imagination,
No courage.
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Goodbye feet

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MIRRORED

Tip of the tongue,
Fancy a taste of that sugar?
Delightful.
You seem a success.
You're O.K.
What happened to me?
I traveled beside them,
Shared my meals,
Shed blood together
And still lost everything!
Personal answers riddle and wriggle,
Like precious' owner,
In darkened caves
Eating worms and grubs
Leaving imaginations full and me
With nothing.
Hopeless is empty's goal
But mindset wins battles
With measure.
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Catch Up

Big storm came and knocked out our internet connection from friday till earlier today.  Here is what I owe yous guys...

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A BRIEF HISTORY

I am scientific notion
On tangential course to the Earth.
Don't fool yourself.
That was no flash
In the pan.
This is serious.
Explosive traveler,
Here and suddenly gone
Onto the next.
Distant.
So far,
But so relevant.
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MEADE MAN

Ruled like a note
Booked by what is printed on its spine.
Blank,  loose leaf
Thats really the truth.
Michael is right,
Fuck this negativity,
This story isn't written.
All this background holds no value,
Other than it came
And went
And some will show up again
In the repeat act.
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FOLGERS FALLACIES

Daybreak drudgery,
Blinding, searing burn.
Enter caustic light.
Like a tot,
Hedged by blanket fort,
I wait out time's attack.
The siege of my walls.
Time tells of a losing record,
Ensuring remembrance as proof:
Time's siege is redundant.
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Broken Windows

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ICE ME

Old joints.
Locked.
Frozen.
Swollen in atrophy.
Movement is upon me.
Progress slow
Proportional to his absence.
Brother to Jadis,
Ever present ruler
Of my wardrobe.
Where is my deep magic?
I've no place to eat,
No redeemer.
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Skin

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CHEMICAL PEEL

Speed demon disguise,
Mistaken for a careless roust about,
A hapless half heart.
Years spent
As master perfected painting and portrait
Providing reason to believe
In seeing.
Success is in the respect.
Soon canvas wears
Thin from acetone baths.
Raw flesh burns
A bright red
Flashing truth
Of the artwork beneath.
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Not in this lifetime.

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UH, UH.  NO WAY.

Inertializing is the mechanism
At fault.
Transported back to seventh grade,
The orange rocket letdown.
Failure to ignite
Becomes a window.
A rodeo cowboy I've become,
Living eight seconds at a time.
They say animals feel our fear.
They take cues from us,
And so Old Blue outsmarts "The Man"
Again,
And the rocket window slams
Shattering fingers and wrists
lingering sill side
Pondering the unreality Beyond.
God, It hurts so bad.
The ground rushes
Away.
And sill is my only
Contact.
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Remorse

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FEELING ISO

I'm no Henry David,
Just a man.
Never meant to leave
This world
In search...
Of another.
Goals like constellations,
Never hung in a likeness.
Loftiness derived from arrogance,
This ego.
Shame swallows that guppy whole...
"Be a nice boy."
Closely related relative, I,
To this common denominator?
Obvious.
It's my life.  Relation is meaningless.
Comparison a plague
Avoid or play the past again,
Only to pay a price.
Affirming treacherous infidelity
Against feigned relative,
Once more.
Survivor of mortal wounds,
Annual miracles of resilience.
So cut up and cut out.
Work...
No one needs my address,
You'll know where to find me.
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Sexy Musiq

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GOTTA COME

Remove the rocks from your ears dear
So you can hear clear dear.
Your fear is overwhelming
Pushing you here to tears.
So you wearily step to me.
Try to fucking rep on me.
Breathing hot air down my neck
You'll get checked you see?
Flushed words,
Hushed words,
Like a flurry of birds
Caught in an onslaught
Of feeling fucking absurd.
You complain you can't claim shit
But you never step it.
I'll leave you bloodied and bruised
Beaten up like the next bitch.
So fuck your talk
It's all wash when the rain comes
You're done.
Before we even got started son.
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Some kind of robot.

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THIS OR THAT

This daybreak brings
No new today,
Only struggle
Of mind and heart.
A man learning
How to not apologize
For being.
Text in that power mag
Reminds and is quickly left
For hope of calming responses
Now.
Contradictions seem plentiful
I this system
I know.
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Cocoon

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BURRITO

Fleecy, downy, warm.
Eyes swollen,
Forcing natural disposition
To prolong.
This warmth is comforting
Beyond any reassurance
This world has to offer.
It does what words can't:
Addresses the need
To feel warmth.
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Gluttony of the rock biter.

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LORD HARKONNEN

The sponge has sprung
A leak y
Bucket holds no stones.
Maybe gravel is the truth
To my freedom.
Grit and broken teeth
Fill mouths. Tried and tested
Followers of Pyornkrachzark
Bear these wounds,
As to declare their transformation,
From real to alive.
Focus is wasted
On basting this thanksgiving life
Long feast.
My world skewed.
Every sunday is a super bowl.
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Fecal Exam

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AIN'T SHIT

Victory
Is usually microscopic,
Avoiding the field of view.
A moving target
Between the glass
And slip
Leaving weary eyes
Tired and hopes dashed.
An imagined black hole,
Satiated infrequently.
Where "W's" go
To die.
A skilled scientist uses all the tools necessary
And available,
Today 10 x
Just isn't enough.
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Vitamin Z

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I WANNA SEE THE HIPPO

A pace
Defined
Pushed by puppet's hands
Love is that
Feeling
That resistance
Inside.
A voice
Resonating.
Strength comes
From value.
So I pack up
My 10th grade econ lesson
To hit my streets,
Righting wrongs
And Wronging the ones that seemed right.
Hindsight is never really 20/20,
No sight is...
That would just be inhuman  
e.
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Work relatives.

OK OK I owe you 2 poems....  I have had some trouble lately that has kept me away from my computer, effectively hindering the writing project.  Seriously tho... once it raps up I will get back on track.

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THOUGHT I LEFT THIS....

The universe has my bait
And switch,
Forever
One step ahead.
Never an illusion
Of leadership.
Only cold reassurance
Of this slick oppression.
Is this life?
Reduced to constant decision making processes,
Riddled with consequences
Of not giving people what they want?
I can't get behind
This definition
Without losing
Myself
To hate and anger.
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Thats really all it takes...

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HELLO AND GOODBYE

You and I don't play nice.
Unintentional convolutedness...
And that tasmanian devil refusal
That no wrong has been done
With those snow white hands.
Frustration abounds
Like exerting more love and energy
Into heated conversational battle
Only to realize
An audience of feigning ears
And bobble heads.
The nice guy thing...
Its really fucking up our workflow.
You're not communicating
What you think you are.
Whip cracks keep beat
To measured attempts of reassurance.
"I can want what I want
And still be a good person...
?"
These remnants stop freight trains dead.
The sweet melody of familial guilt
Ewing's third suite,
In the key of shit major.
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I'll Go.

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BFA BOUND

Woodchuck paranoia.
"Now I'm Angry!",
So I'll work faster.
Biting my tongue
But crocodile tears won't come.
Just these anime eyes
concealing emotion
With generalizations
Painted by me,
The cartoonist.
We all choose
The style we're most "comfortable" with.
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Heres to you.

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DEAR ME,

What the fuck is so wrong
With me?
Is it just me?
Why with all the bullshit
In this world am I the thing
You focus on?
FUCK YOU,
By the way.
I have what it takes,
I know shit you don't.
Go spend your time dying.
Shrivel your already black and dead body
And FUCK OFF already.
No one needs to hear your stupid shit,
Bitching and moaning
About shit that doesn't concern you.
Its O.K.
So FUCK OFF.
I'm good.
I'm grown.
You are not.
You are so fucking afraid
To lose one fucking second,
Or miss one moment of this
Bullshit "last chance" lifestyle
You are so paranoid about.
NO.
FUCK OFF.
Let me spell it for you.
F.U.C.K. O.F.F.
Your opinion might hold water
If your shit was a little more stable,
And by the way,
Your stability isn't my fault either.
You are terrified.
Go away until you learn to communicate
With me.
Not like an adult,
Or a "grown up",
Or a "better person",
but just with me.
Until you do I refuse to share my blanket.
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No Sleep Till' My Birthday

Was in the hospital all night so i couldn't write last night.  I'll hit ya'll with 2 tomo.
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THING

There is a hand
With gentle brush
Does exhume
Life from within.
Pallid fingers, filthy nails
Crawling.
Steadily moving
Unseen lurker,
Conservationist of sorts.
Guaranteed for everyone
A visitor,
Who by means of an old relative
Occasionally "checks in".
Would I live
Differently
If I recognized its face?
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