Super Heroes

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MEDIEVAL

Shattered back
And brittle decisions
The spiny man moans
Wishing
For a new life.
Replacement of this penance
Cage.
Blood bathing legs
From confines too tight
A reminder
Change is elusive.
What new device
Of self torture
Is he working on now?
Ones for restriction of thought
And ones for expansion of judgement
No doubt.
Take my heart.
I don't deserve it.
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All of the sudden

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BODIES IN THE BACKYARD

Rationing understanding.
Acceptance moisturizes
Parched skin, burnt
From heated jealousy
Years searing in avoidance.
Your code is
Fucking
Bullshit.
Hard work is essential,
But your ignorance is
Fucking
Rank.
Who the
Fuck
Are you?
You are my desert,
Throat dry and eyes full of grit.
You are why
I can never seem to get one
Fucking
Clear look at myself.
Running commentary
On worlds unknown
To yourself.
Fear motivates the manic,
And when it hits the fan
You lose your
Fucking
Marbles.
I will not be like you.
You are wrong.
You will not change.
You are closed minded.
How the
Fuck
Will I love you?
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Panting

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I CAN TELL

Waiting for scraps
Like a dog.
Embers down and smoke
Filled longhouse.
Table, hours empty
Cold.
Relentlessly waiting,
Dogs will debase
Unwittingly
Due to ignorant nature
And priority.
Sustenance more important
Than maintenance,
Proclaiming a deft lack
Of awareness
A feral disconnect
Asserting now
Over human nature.
Stores empty from time to time,
Although door is still hinged.
It still swings freely.
Perception is third nature
To the feral,
As introspection goes only
KneeD      eep.
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Catch twenty two.

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7x7 AINT ENOUGH

Descending star of youth
Fade to white
Old light aged
By travel exudes
Health
From dwarfed past.
Love holds no points
Hostage
But instead rules
Connecting fearful
To fearful
Providing old light
Bright from old shoulders
Muddied by sons and daughters.
My father's star
Is small, not humble
Cold blue
Sight does deceive
As a glow warmer than bright
Does resurrect
Old, dead limbs
Frozen from exposure,
Hidden and packed
In white denial.
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Seriously, I'm not nervous.

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PITFALL

Conversation made convenient
By lack of physicality.
Temporary lapse
Of defined presence.
Subconsciously,
Mouth agape,
Breathing heavily,
Mind's eye staring
Vacantly
At unseen points.
Timing of handmade language
Assumes honesty
For hurried obligation.
Many have been broken
By semi-familiar looks
From ones who hold
Such fraudulent powers.
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BFF LOL

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FORGETFUL JON

There's part of me
That falls apart
Just from you're unrealized
Footsteps.
Silent slippers
Fashioned by fear
And purchased
With pennies of denial.
Subterfuge lends a foot
As silent guilt slips
In the backdoor
Setting fire to preparation,
Planting unsavory seeds.
Excavation seems unnecessary
Destruction of self
Is a painful lazy river.
No start
Or stop
Only hidden intersections
Easily ignored or forgotten
Blurring
Until grey
faced and emaciated.
One confused,
So far as to forget to eat
Stumbles forth to fall
Downhill
Disappearing
Into condensation's wafting attempt:
Illusion of sublime.
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Labotomy

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CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF?

Mine field,
Misery.
My feet always break
Your tiptoe trance
Pulling on a suddenly interested focus.
Wounds of origin
Carelessly bound
And treated symptomatically.
Guilt straps me in
Presses me to my seat
Soon to break
100 mph.
Resistance,
I feel it
But unnoticed
It physics wasted
On the preoccupied.
Transfigured from seat to saddle
And bobbing steals repetition's seed
Replacing typical repetition
Now motions are going through you.
Still no response.
"Come alive Frankenstein!!!
No, you're much worse."
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