Tag: modern
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A Dual.
Ascended Passion *Fall back and remember* Recite the lines, rewind. Standing in the rain. Imagining the magnitude of distraction. Complexities are easy to announce. Pronounced correctly you realize. The necessity of antiquity. *Fall Back* Recited lines. Rewind. Eject. Tape Side B. Ego As Large as an Artichoke 9-5 begins to be the motto of our…
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All Civilian Mission
Focal point moving over your coastal area. Eroded. Decode an altitude. These days are like talking to a wall. Picture-perfect moments appear as illusions. Blame over exposure. Blind folded, you. Missed the chance of mass produced fast food. Fast conversations. Time sensitive disputes. No sense in continuing in reciprocating convolute. Deceiving yes but hard to…
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A Reason to Not Look at Phone
… Rather not, raise a head to this. …Hmmm or should not raise a head to this? Anyways it’s the Democratic Theater, and the only most-allowed Ritter sport capable of crumbling into a plethora of pieces. Skipped train-of-thought. Derailed by a harp strung avenue of angry voices. Boysenberry cherry blossoms outfit the cartilage nostrils. Immediately…
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A Compilation Part One.
Woke Up Like honey that drips. Honey that mind is blown to bits. Money that slips into minds of wimps. Honey that binds fingertips. Honeycomb is that dial tone. Honey is never coming back home. 3+3=5 The ongoing investigation of destination lay-low. Years ago tears will flow. Post-Jim Crow Industrial relations of hair growth. 2021…
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No Like 3 O’clock to Yah Right
Turning around like one might miss things. Two times around the block makes 2 times around the block. Bout to be 8 o’clock. The moment of creation is contagious. A well-spoken religion base. Come back to it often. Like the pothole your bike keeps hitting. Memories climb up that pole or pipe or whatever you…
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The Beginning and the End Happen Once
The journey of Sinbad tooted by one horn. A journey with no return. U-turn faced down. Prevailing winds that lifted sand. Toxic waste sits at your foods plate. Meanwhile, you turn on the box looking at a wasp waist. It was September equinox and some change. A documentary about warlocks. Opened eyes like getting a…
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Consequences of Living vs Dying
Brass knuckles clutched on the claw of a dove. A perfect expression for the extremes of love. 2 years later got flashbacks of mamas honeysuckles. Nah you alive somewhere safe in the memory of blessings. Next to God playing pops favorite tune. Props to pops for the best backdrops. From teaching us Aesop’s to rewarding…
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