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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