Category: Conscious.
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OVERRIPE
A branch of autumn leaves Set in an evergreen tree Is a harbinger Heralding the cold days to Come Such that the summer Even at his full height Is at best Ephemeral.
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SELF MEDICATION.
Many days now I’ve avoided the page And turned my hand To other, less-intrusive Activities My soul had become too ugly For me to behold My thoughts too incriminating For my morality to direct As an alternative My mind turned Like a robot on itself Feeding on the abhorrent mass With more vigor Than a…
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RITUAL.
Masks are a heavy attire An invisible force-field Between myself And unwanted benevolence Effortlessly sleek Incredibly stunning The designs I pull off On short notice, Under impossible deadlines Emerge mind-blowing creations Of a deceitful individual Making gullible The trickiest trickster But masks – Masks are a heavy attire They must come off in nightly solitude…
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REGURGITATION.
A pen in my fingers Words at the tip of my tongue Somehow, somewhere in between The words get lost And thoughts are projected backwards Back into their receptacle The mind from which they came Without ever being uttered.
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POPCORN.
It’s one of those Those not-empty-but-vague Not-meaningless-but-purposeless Not-nebulous-but-immaterial A blurred line with bold characters A bold line with blurred characters A desire to go – An obligation to stay A desire to stay – An obligation to go A treacle-like-tar-motion Of time and mind An ill-fitting suit In a brick red building A revving aeroplane…
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FRAPPUCCINO
Faith needs doubt As much as light needs darkness Love loves hate As long as heat melts cold
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ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS GREY.
We fight to come And we fight to go We wrestle with our unchanging curls Like the wind wrestles with supple tree branches Insistent on bringing about a change When the only possible change After a storm of this magnitude Is destruction. Shells upon shells of placated beings Conforming to and fro And commuting fro…
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OF TWO MINDS AT ONE.
I dream in the color white And waking leaves me speechless Arrested by my own shadow, I Do not recognize myself. I am not cognizant of my scars Nor am I revered by the memory Of my hue. Before I dreamt I reached an agreement with the sun He showed me the golden brown That…
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OF MERMAIDS AND SPORTS MEN.
Chlorine brings back memories Of the days I thought I could swim I’d flap by arms And float by belly Sink or thrive at whim My coach would look down At me and say She’s gonna go somewhere big one day I’d beam by brown eyes Almost right out Not daring to believe I’d play…
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MOVIE MARATHON.
Something to do Somewhere to be Where some do go Think some might see Afloat; a desert of a shimmering Mental Oasis Desire, Age; Un-breachable limits Fame, Work, Experience All in that order? Perhaps my mind Has had enough. Captain Zirkander! Here I come.
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