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Mutable Accipio

 

The eternal dust keeps falling; quietly.

 

Reminding me, to keep moving.

 

                       Latin                         

 

De eternus pulvis teneo cado; placide.

 

Commoneo, moveo.

                      

True Love, Improper?

 

True love is; someone who is willing to wipe your ass,

 

when you need it; not when you want.

     (Probably been said before)

                        

                   Pickeled Relish

 

A condiment jar placed inside the porcelain clowns soul.

A con-caved depression trickling blue hope.

Red screws, 9 fingernail clippings.

 

A weathered photograph of extra skin, leather dreams.

The thimble was lost long ago,

To puncture; press hard.

 

Prepare to bleed.

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When It comes down to knowing yourself; we all stand somewhere.

 

I know my greatest fault; Inaction.

 

Inaction has made me what I am today.

 

Inaction grew long ago from doubts of all kinds.

 

Intimate Love is hard for the timid.

 

I could have gave my heart away to anyone but no.

 

I keep it locked up tight.

 

Cause no one is sweet anymore.

 

I'm not gonna hold your past mistakes against you.

 

But at least I know where your coming from, and what to expect in the future.

 

                          I know how I got here.

 

                        

                  Excersized Exhaustion - Rapido Write

faith hate anger distrust love on the rocks is a must

 

denial decay strewn forth in thought provoked by unwanted tendencies

 

christen me with energized water bring new life into a distraught shell

 

inquzical stupendous day dreams breaking a spirit on death row.

 

row your boat in tow, its okay i forgive you.

 

tell me of your christian beliefs, while you do not forgive, or forget

 

its okay, smear the paste on the wall

 

in your mouth, its a little sweet but the texture could be better

 

it sticks to the wall it breaks down the tired structure

 

hold me up for repair across the seven suns of time

 

caress the hard wood floor with your hands as you try to stand up

 

knocked down so many times; a bowling pin

 

I know not what i do

 

crash against a rock two three.

 

you blast me in the eye with a toy truck cause you know no better

 

its fun cause you see no pain in my eyes

 

you dont see;

 

My eyes...

                                             

             

 All in Good Time

 

The Pizza was hot as tit dirt;

I feel like a super hadouken;

The names and faces have been changed to protect the innocent.

 

The wizard of Oz has spoken.

                              

Where does it come from?

You could write anything, now your not trying.

Quiet Mr. magic meatball, I'll tell you when I've had enough.

When is enough enough?

When is too much to much?

Must I speak in good faith toward your actions?

I'm not a hard thinker when it comes to going barefoot.

It feels good, thats why you do it.

You don't need anyone to tell you.

So I say, do it.

Whoa, wait a minute....

Do you seriously need smoke blown up your backside to perform?

Is this really why you enjoy writing?

For me writing the words is like playing a drum or a guitar or piano.

An idea, an action q movement. Go;

 stop wait slow down too fast try again without the jitters.

                                          

 

Inspired by MC5 - Kick out the Jams

Unexploding riveting bandwith.

Solicitation ,extreme gear grind mind.

Attacking my quack for uninvoked fact.

Laser blasting guitar streets dim lights.

Hot amps caress my soul...  You know?

                                           

               Reminiscent Suggestions

 

The seditary lifestyle will show itself in the body.

This I know.

Its been 3 months or more, that the suggestion was made.

By a good friend of mine.

All they really said was keep it up really.

That seemed to have stuck with me.

I forgot how nice it is to feel fit in the mind and the body.

You don't believe me, that's ok.

I have found purpose again.

That can lack in ones life and can drag them down.

True, false?

Don't get me wrong, heyzeus is good and all,

But purpose brings it full circle.

With no purpose, whats the use?

Find your purpose, abide by it

and accept.

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7.4 Hollow Point Claw

Whether your a scholar or a scrub,

A bullet to the brain will end your intrinsic opinion.

Like a mouse, removing a thorn from a lions busted paw.

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                      Hindsight

What if you didn't have to make mistakes to grow?

Perhaps, a time like that exsisted on this planet for man.

Until the fruit of knowledge spoiled this great land.

Don't believe it.

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                    Break Yo' Self

Removing your ego from my words.

Easy

It's always gotta be about the eyeball.

Perspire this perspective. (Breath)

The air belongs to no one. (Yet)

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In three places at once. (At Home, In your head, On the page.)

I will take this moment to burst a pink bubble. 

A dreams inception haphazardly placed.

Unlike the sequined argyle pillow

Upon which your cranium rests.

It's just like casting the stone,

Into the maw of the sea.

Perhaps, a blind eye towards

quantum super-positioning,

Rippling what will become of me.

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                 Radioactive Revelations

My heart grows heavy for things that will pass.

The formless shapeless water.

Will bring death.

The plague is still spewing forth.

As the glass is raised to your lips.

Ingest the world breaker.

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Is Technology not the death of the soul?

Better stronger faster, ease of access.

Control is something to be perceived.

Loss will cause panic.

IQ tests, stemmed from eugenics.

Born in America, adopted in Germany.

Sterilize for the good of mankind.

A superior race; but alas, always slaves.

No matter the color.

Forever succumbed to guile indoctrination.

Say hello to the automatic industrialized yes man of tomorrow.

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                  Accepting the Fact of my lack of original thought.

I guess my inspiration comes just from my eyes and ears.

School taught me to add and subtract.

Just another psycho medicated kid who grew up in the 90's.

Deficit of attention, pseudo science in nothing that attracts eye.

I hated my classmates so much in the 6th grade.

I said hold me back, they did.

I'll do it again if there's good people there.

There was, so I did.  Call me crazy for looking for acceptance.

I was the weird kid.  I was bullied, I bullied.

I got yelled at, it didn't matter.

For this too shall pass.

So many little disappointments growing into a ball of understanding.

Since I'm not creative, I'll fall back on my memories.

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                         Place the Broken Bottle up to my neck.

Bash Me

Crush me

Stomp on me

Punch me

Break me

Hate me

Another life lost into the abyss,

I can take anything you got, even if it kills me.

But then where is the fun in that?

Where you gonna find such a willing victim?

Broken-tooth beauty is in the eye of the curb-stompee.

So play the victim as you kill off the guilty.

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                     In the End

If the cancer takes me when I'm older, I asked for it.

If a lover suffocates me, I asked for it.

Decapitation from fast bikes and low wires.

This might sell, but that's not my prerogative.

I always thought about how I would like to die.

But I don't think it will happen the way I want.

I always thought it would be nice to be blindfolded.

Tied up to a stake.  That best tasting cigarette; knowing

it would be my last, hanging out of my mouth.

Rifles cocked, ready to perforate me like Swiss cheese.

READY AIM.....

FIRE!

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                   To my best friend Luke

When we first met, back in middle school.

I made you laugh, putting my hands on the back of my glasses.

Pushing down on them so they go up then making my eyes bug out.

Like an old ghostbusters action figure. you knew right away what I was doing.  From there we hit it off like no tomorrow.  So many years have passed, you found love in many women, you even got married once but then got popped by the police did some time and got out.  Got stuck, back in this one horse town.  We kicked it just like the old days again, video games and talks of religion mixed with our own uncontrolled love for speaking in movie quotes and gibberish only we understood.  Our love for karate, street fighter, Dick Jones & Bruce Campbells chin knew no bounds.  Adderal up and see what'cha got!  I was with you in your darkest hours with that wicked opiate addiction.  So many times you wanted to end it all and I told you of brighter days ahead, you just have to hang on.  Hard workin' man making the bacon living down the way, let's do some karate stay up all night.  Punching each other just for the thrill of the fight.  Those days are behind us now.  So much wisdom we dropped on the floor between sifting thru the trash for a diamond or ruby to hold on to.  Now you found love again and moved away.  It pains my heart to say I miss ya, and I know your not to far.  I knew it would be inevitable, I told you to go, cause I know whats best for you. And as I sit here alone, missing you I know we are kindred spirits even if we didn't speak for a decade or two, we could pick up just like we were.  I'm glad I could give you strength in your darkest hour, give you food and money when you had none.  Offer you a place to rest when the whole world felt like it was going to collapse on you.  I propped you up.  I'm so glad to hear you doing well and you want to kick the junk.  Sub sandwiches for now but maybe in the future there will be no need.  I love you bud, but you already know this. :)

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I can safely say, I don't know or fully understand you.

In a sense, a collective eye.

Stories of old written in styles anew.

How many different ways can we say the same thing?

Whether blunt or winded.

Unwound or too tight.

Environment and situations.

Past experiences self worth.

Desire to give in to the unknown

Will take us far.

Even if it is at home.

 

But I still don't know you.

Am I supposed to?

Do you demand attention or respect?

Finding yourself giving in to neglect?

Perhaps a time to refocus

In the eyes of refracted light.

 

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The stars are beautiful, damn it

Paint all night;

Like a Diablo on a breaking dawn

Turn towards drifting clouds

Agape my eye to consume;

The serenity

From the moonlit sunflower

Hues twist in my vision

Pain comes in waves

Virtues propped

Atop Solomonic columns.

Torrents of diversity

A petal falls

Blue moon hold me

Just for tonight

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Short crescendo of Love's unspoken allusion

Colors are yearning

Fluorescent lights burning

Joy in suffering is to know your alive

Take heed in hands or paws of any kind

Swaying in time to the love in your mind

Life really is nothing other than sublime

Butterfly moments in times rippling ocean

Easily grasped by clouds in the sky

Time will show you everything

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