The Manic Placements of a Cause Unknown

The beginning of an end…

Category: poems

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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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.

haste

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to release, yet again
a series of mistakes
continuing to riddle the path.
the trail left behind-
shattered, torn, and patched.
their hearts and memories-
continue to mold
mutate-
an empty home,
fatherhood, laughter, and frusration
echo.
my rejection notice
to all that pass
quickly handed around
and plastered to my chest.
pictures of the fallen
stapled to my abdomen-
an early wake up call
thirty years late.
what was once written
as an epic tale,
ends with the self destructive
anti-hero.
he calls himself the martyr
though- he knows he began the war.
a mile long stare
a nervous smile
a fake laugh
decorate his face.
the billboard expands
his chest
creeps to his back.
mummifying this world
lighting a flame this life.
let it float away with the smoke.
litter the earth
to a more useful product.
the charred being
dusts off
and walks along.
used to the charade.
choosing only to dance
and live again.

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shards

dust filled eyes,
scathed & scratched retina,
focused, projected,
shining light forces them
to close,
a wet source of shame-
the cloud of dirt
looms…  moving-
proceed forward,
the path- the trail-
forces of gravity push
and pull.
the pendulum swings.
audible betrayl.
lies transform to a mask.
worn to deliver
mirror like hate.

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under this green canopy,
a fire burns bright,
errupting the edges
of what once was smoldered,
the crews battle to
save whats left.
the young continue
to play with matches.

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