The Manic Placements of a Cause Unknown

The beginning of an end…

The marriage

Sentiments of desire
Holding a fragrance
Still as potent as a year prior

Additional ventures
Not planned
But added

Steadfast with youth
A bottle already broken
The dream elixir spilled upon
Seeping into cracks
Bubbled
Vanished

No tears shed
No remorse

Become familiar
New role
An obligation all to honorable

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Struggle

Fictional placements,
These pieces of grey
                    Scattered.
Replaced by a drunk.
Now, re-wired…
Re-applied…
A little dusty,
          But works fine.
The struggle,
To understand these pieces of grey.
The struggle,
To rewrite what was once said.
A life,
To believe of survival.
My existence, scattered on a wall.
Only to pick up the pieces,
Of what I once said.

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Drops of excess

Raindrops on this midwest morning reminds me of my days on the northern Pacific coast. The elements begin to cool and fade into the vibrant colors that I had quickly grown fond of here. A large reminder to breath because this is another year of my expierence of the passing seasons. A blessing to recognize that I have not had my own passing.
There is nothing better than a long stay at the hospital to help you count your blessings.
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#3

A simple fact for minds at large,
Counting graceful steps
To the never ending dance,
Distancing the existence,
Her life is my life.

A foundation expanding.
Finding a stength
That isnt a Fiction.

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#3

A simple fact for minds at large,
Counting graceful steps
To the never ending dance,
Distancing the existence,
Her life is my life.

A foundation expanding.
Finding a stength
That isnt a Fiction.

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Rebirth

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If wishes where fishes…

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More time to practice please!

I need a loop pedal… and alot more practice. This guy is amazing!

cell phone world, again.

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love life.

aspect of the theory

The night air thins and displaces.

Exerting energy in all forms and regards.

My eyes close to find a placement of equal importance.

Distorted voices.

A figure in the dust cloud.

Laughing as they do.

Unbeknownst, unannounced, uninvited.

The harder I control, the more I lost.

Will vision decrease?

Another ledge to walk off.

An ultimate trust.

Her smile, a gyre to be swallowed.

Comforting.

The cold brisk air chills my bones.

Yet the fear continues.

The figure fading…

A jump to remember.

A jump to not regret.