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I was once a sitting duck, until the
Scottish lass; with her colourful
strokes, became a friend of sorts; I
paid no more than fair I swear, she
brought upon us the written;
a truth for child and adult alike,
and I feel a sadness now inside;
Her resorting to mind alterings;
as the light is here, always here,
I swear,
my wee lass,
stay away; stay away
the darkest days are
gone; and done
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There are two worlds in which I exist [ existed / existing ] … a home; a boat on a shared sea. I am not [the] captain. There are no oars. I sail without sails. Endless crossings. One provides a voice; no restrictions; [and] smiles. Two has no doors, just dark corners & bottomless oceans. Words stuck in throats […] never come out; unless soaked in 60 proof solubles. Here be dragons. [drowning dragons]
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Food no longer sustains me, the recipes of old tastes bland, & however fried lacks in texture, I hunger for sustinence, I crave the love; well cooked
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In the red corner: the traveller, the
businessman, the one who has it all
.
In the blue corner: the paperweight, the
slacker, the one no longer wanting
.
[no contest will here take place; our
two contestants are one, the same]
.
[the path not taken in this case of ours,
of little significance, nay say none]
.
[time will not explain how red transformed
to blue, nor if magenta hides; a bore]
.
[of solitude; of loneliness; of such states
of agony; our answer should be painted]
.
.
.
the end
[if not a beginning]
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I used to blame time passing; past, present
For the brain freezes and memories fading
Now I blame
[oh look spiders]
alzheimers for
[hello beauties]
my
[all those letters]
continuing
[unopened]
struggle to
[…]
keep myself
[shred ‘em I will]
on top of things
[ashamed to admit it]
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on one side of the door / locked / the glorious rays of sunshine / on one side of the door / locked / the uncleansing rain / the turmoil
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behind-the-veil-of-sanity-reblog:
Life’s become wicked wicket boundaries
bats keeps me on my back for six
on the crease bewildered men standing
running but in the end always caught
and out
Slaying the dragon
Slaying the dragon, Slaying the ghosts, I dream of hands unfettered, I dream of hands alight Each morning I see my Face Each morning I see my Death A mirror A mirror A mir at best
Bang! Bang!
I don’t much scream these days, or Ever to be fair. I don’t await your fake and humanly climax. I bite you as I lick your wanting, Who’s for Chinese Fish Fingers? Our human endeavours as things goes, bang! Bang! Bang! Banging you, fingering me, as the ultimate cumming of words bequeath me