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The light is on,I’ve gone to sleep.I weep no more,the door is theirs.There is no more,for me to say.The light is on,I’ve gone to sleep.

Opportunities arise, my demise,to choose what can’t be known.It’s all so old, the story untold,to playback with each new breath. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong,to ask what is not here,so I decline ninetimes out of ten,because here is where I begin. It’s not to sayI don’t dream and wake,but to know too…

I don’t know what to write right now. I’d say that’s pretty good. It’s been some days since I’ve felt left out,unwanted,misunderstood. See, I’ve been coming together.I’ve been being me.I’ve been taken care of, and,I’ve been taking care of. The stress, the fire, I’ve snuffed it out.Now peace of mind has come about face,a face…

sunshine,food, music, quality time.a lowbrow stab to make a rhyme.a goofy quip,a sunset dip,an aimless adventurewith you by my hip.

Soon.All things come to an end,that’s where they begain.

Another day begets my pains,if I can call them that,they’re all the sameas is my aim,so these friends are my gains. Today I choose to loose the noose.Today I choose to smile.It might stir painto raise these cheeks,to move the mouthand bare my teeth. It’s all so old,I know it well.I break the curseto cast…

You know that despairas you turn to look home?Grief in your bonesand dust in your hair.It doesn’t matterif you’re here or there,It doesn’t matterif you think it’s unfair. You can’t outrunwhat you can’t outlast,you can’t undowhat you won’t fast. The choice is yoursto do hard things,to go in the directionwhere you hear truth ring.

If you focus on the patriarchsyou forget about the brotherhood,the good in men that waits to bendfor chaos or good day. The love is always present,wounded to no end,this vibe we’ve gotis naught but rot,The Man is no friend. We’d like to blame them all,me myself included,but absolutescause no grace,they only bring seclusion. If we…

I feel the doubt creeping in,my prayer ongoingwithout amenfor fog to liftonce again. The wounds undyingthe pain subsidinguntil clarity comes,amen.

They say wisdom is rarely commonand what’s common is rarely wise,well I advise that you decidethe customs by whichyou will by abide. There’s too much noise in the air,too much fire in your stare,too much wisdom to preach,and too many aims to reach. It doesn’t happen overnight,to discover what’s wise to you,but your truth lies…

I’m not a performative personbut I love to share things raw,caught between the truth and you- the tension in my jaw -unwinds and winches,back and forth it clenchestrying to find what to say to you,- my friend.If I make a mistake,can we make amends?With a poem on stageand a mic in hand, or stand,there’s nothing…

Self-sacrifice knows no rival,you’d give it all for me,the painful workso I could bethe man you always saw in me. I never know when to expect ityet the dots always seem to click,when I open upthere’s always a chancethat you will share a bit. I want to see you smilewithout reason or cause,because you deserveall…

You took a drink of waterfrom the well which we share,I drink for whichI respect your piece,there are no words you need to tell. I know that you can see it,the glow I slowly foster.That the son you lovebecame a manin more ways than you could shell. You’ve always been my allyand wanted what was…

They say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,and I’ve waited too longI need two pounds, I’m sure.I’ve put the bandaids on,gauze on the wound,I keep on runningfrom what’ll catch me soon.I put the rearview onas I’m losing controland the radio songcarries me along.The trees fall to grass,the past not meant to…

In wanting everythingwe dilute the importanceof thing.For you, for me, for everybody.You want what they have,well,let ’em have it.Because you didn’t bakewhat came out their oven. I said get your handsout the dang cookie jar! You’re spoilt like the milkthat you weren’t ready to drink. Wash your hands at the sinkyou’ll seeyou wantone thing.

We love finding new wordsdescribing the same thingsof old ways,fiddling with our fingertipsto untangle the haze. Storytellers at heart,what story do you tell?If most of you is to consumewhat is story to you? We’ve proliferated like profiteroles,too sweet for our good judgement.“If you’d like” and “please you may”root causes of decay. What story do you…

I wake up most daysyou’re somewhere in my mindI look around,you’re nowhere to find.I step outsideto breathe the airand get lost lookingin a thousand yard stare[c]This could be,the one true story.Living lifewithout no worries.This could bethe one true storyfinding outwhat it means to meI’ve gotta livewith the life in front of me,to find the joybeneath…

Right now I am in a phaseof rest, recomposition.Latent strengthsnewly foundin the abyssof omission. How am I feeling? I am feeling it all.To ascribe one emotionwould be folly,a fall. I don’t know what to makeof what is yet to come.All I knowin this moment nowis that each dayI become. What I am meant to be,what…

I write for myselfand share,for those who come after.

Overthinkingevery step I take.A mistake to makeor a pace with grace? Afraid of the consequencesof pasts unforgotten.Afraid to relivewhat left me rotten. Misdoing my presentsavoiding my presencehiding,rewinding,forgettingexistence. I strive to riseI rise to thrive,I thrive to jiveand jive to die. Could this stepbe the one that sets me free,could choosing freedombe the only step for…

When you deny your presenceyour presence denies me, because I becomewhat you decry,a martyrfor your presents.

Sometimes I feel likea tragedy need befall mefor othersto seeme. In come the thoughtsof my own misadventure,then comes the lovephantasmalthirst quencher. Independent to a fault,uplifted by your sound,and when push comes to shoveI find the firm ground. Only alonedo the true tears shed,just enough to find peacebefore I bed.

Entrenched mediocrity. Why do I stare at perfection?If everything was left for dead would I see my own reflection?A million parts to fall apart, we build our own problems,when we define what we design in the fire of desire.Some say we once had it all, it wasn’t enough,now we’re driven oh so mad, sad strung…

Easy goes, the wind dropsthrough the floorshaking every foundation,door to door. What is good enough?To keep us warm when we are poor.What is just enough?To keep us fed, not one bite more. The world abounds about us,with songs of birds.The songs that die when we decryin wants of more. The mind will feedon every drop,a…

Back in the saddleeverything’s different,but nothing has changed,ingrained in the membraneto go against the grain. Showing up firstwhere I’m not the outcast,sleeper cellcould get it right,I’m here to outlast. Don’t need to worry about fitting in,Don’t need to worry about where to begin,because I’m the freebird,I’m welcome here,I’m my own big birdto bring me cheer.

I used to smoke weedat least 10 times a day.Before breakfast, with my breakfast,all to the endof my dismay. I spent 4 stacksin twenty eighteenjust to get my fill,I bought more bulkfor all my fiendsand smokedthrough all the deals. Some have to bag to make a life,mine I had to save,cause life’s a strifewhen you’re…

Fading,the ghost of what was once fulfillinghaunting,slips through my fingerslike the grains of rice I could be eating. Overcommitted,yet the debts all paidand I’m repeating the painsall the same. It doesn’t give me joy no moreto give them what I needed,because what I needis changing seasons,and I know I’ve passed my torch. I trust in…

Ow,my body acheswith every quakeof earth and dustdoing what I mustto be,who you needfor what you bleed,do you know we bleed the same? My life is gone,my voice a song,that I forget to breathe. The time has passed,I rest at last,without you next to me.

No place to gothat’s simply home,the caveats always arise. Where to stayand who to be?Without the masks that held me free. Dead inside,yet so alive,free to live this life. Less is morewhen there’s no doorto block what one could see.

Disrespected by your actionsmisunderstood by your thoughts,I don’t know why I worry about youwhen I’m what I’ve got.

You don’t know how special you are.Words said to me, I say to you.Flattery, or rings of truth?The world needs youto be your best,The world needs youto clear this chest,to take a breath,to find your rest.Too much to do,too much to seethat the world needs youmore than the world needs me.

Envious of what Idon’t have for me,envious of what Ican only see.Pained to love,to care so much,Pained to lovethe pain so much.

I’m having one of those momentsof “do I really matter?”A heart attack,flashback,the noose around my neck.I’m underwater,I’m in the fields,buried 6 feet deepbeneath my tears.I lose it all,or give it up,time and time again.I try to stand,I try to fight,but I fall beneath the light.I thought the changewould mend this heart,I thought I paid my…

Terrified of what’s to come,the truth’s undone,out in the sun,my heart is weak for you. For things to clear,for you oh dear,naked Imust stand in fear. No place to go,no place but home,I’m terrifiedcause I want you there.

Contracting to solidifyboundaries strong,you know why,to shape the spacein which to grow. Expansion is excitement,addicted to the dream,a cone a cupto hold ice cream,before it meltsI scream. All this space to growneeds time to rest,a fire burningfar too hotleaves nothingfor the rest.

Mind still running,Two hundred,Sundered,Undressed, can’t stop,that missed.

I can do it,yes I can,I can do itno “no I can’t” Intimated by noveltyand net new behavior,have to wear the big boy pantswhile praying for a saviour. The melancholy wanesthe tax takes off its planes,So I can seewhat’s dear to me,and the restfeels all the same.

We are all beggars of joy. May I taste this cup? Enough’s enough, one sip of the cupand I’ll have had too much. Are the tastes free? Can the sights see? If two ducks were departedbecause the engine never started,would the sound still sound like rain? A well of ego drives us,perhaps, to be just…

Sadnessbesmirches my feet,as if I don’t knowwhere I’m supposed to be. A miscarried dreamor a delusion alive,I don’t quite know howto smile and thrive. Yet.

Scared of another shakeup,even if I could face-up,no make-up. A thousand triesto get it right,a thousand triesto sleep tonight. Came so farto see so far,the rest is hardly here.

Younger than I look,and older than I am.

I can taste it,but it feels likeI’m a million milesaway from you.I can’t fake it,’cause I just mightblind myselffrom sights of you.If there was a wayto speed up this crazy train,I would.To happy endingsin each-others arms,as we should.You don’t believe it,you keep on thinkingthat you’re notgood enough for me.But when I met you,I knew you…

I keept resisting loveout of distrustof where it came from. A brandished spear of malice.A rosebudwith its thorn. The stronger the lovethe deeper it pierces,whilst the spursfall like leaves.

It’s easier to be pessimistic,to keep low expectations.But the elevationis far too low,I’m underwaterwith reservation. Optimism shines the light,but can blind reality.Hope and trust,doing what I must,is the paththat feels right to me. I know my wordsI know my voice,I know each mindsetis eventually my choice. I strive to laughI strive to play,I strive to…

Idon’t knowwhat words will form,when I speakof your lipsand the tendernesswith, which I’d kissyou. Ihave comeso far,to hear you sing,each moment with youis everything. IfI could writemy path to fate,I’d never feela needto hesitate.But.If I could skip,I’d miss the days. Swimming downthe wild beyondmy path to youis my own song. It’s all built upfor me…

Como temo lo que pasay lo que pasarácomo encuentro mi disgustoen plazo de mi paz Si despierto mañanacon alma en mi breathse que el mundo es míobut there’s nothing left Intento amarlomirando desde ‘rribaperro corre un ríode lágrimas I’ve left behind You know I could find themsi me pongo a buscarpero me siento cansadoI don’t…

It doesn’t really feel like christmas,the holiday may be dead to me.No snow to frostor fire to roast,no hands to holdor glass to toast. It doesn’t really feel like christmas,my world has hardly slowed,each night I’m leftto my own device,no kiss beneaththe mistletoe. I’d love to feel the spiritand loved ones lost who could cheer…

A year of laughs,a chunk of grief,change and changedis-disbelief. I found the endswithout the means,I mean the endis always near. I learned a wayunknown to me,relearned the wayis what I mean. I’d like to thinkI know what’s next,but what’s on deckI trust is best. Spain had calledand I had answered,but a scenic route cameand I’m…

Sadness doesn’t feel like it used to,it can come and comeand come and come andin the endit all simply moves througha candle flame.

Teardrops fall,yet the page stays dry.So oftenI don’t know,why I cry. The pain’s alive,wounds forever healing,as peace becomes painthe demons cushion my fall.A mile to gowith glass in my feet,it’s hard to be mewhen feeling this beat. This neck aches for loveto hold it in place,my head in your lapmy last sightyour face.