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screaming through a Halestorm / 
chastising my soul / awakening my 
mind / tormenting my bones / 
recalling what was once lost / I 
thank you

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sanity restored / the back door 
closed / sanity restored / through the 
pounding of drums / sanity restored / 
reciting poetry out loud / sanity 
restored / by keeping the void at bay

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I’m not a man of many words {¡}

Maybe I’m not a man {¿}

I’m quite sure I’m not a word {…}

Is many words a prerequisite to be 
                 hu•man•e.   {♡}

Many words and long words are 
sometimes too many and 
unnecessary {they tire me ■}

These words started off with a 
single thought, I better end on a 
positive note {+++ATH}

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Road To Ruin

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I planned to start a new chapter

a new puzzle if you will

without too many pieces

keeping it simple

every day,

forgetting though 

I fail to count 

the hours in a day and 

rarely hold the Ace of Spades 

in any winning hand,

forgetting also primarily 

a plan is incomplete 

until the maps are drawn

and characters in place 

the Master of Puppets – the

puller of strings – a fickle mind

filled with expanding dreams,

the road to ruin 

began this day

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Closets

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(extract from a book of 
Revelations)

I own many closets
bought on the cheap, 
IKEA the main supplier – 
DIY no hurdle for me.
          {Revelations 1.1.3a}

I own many closets
each filled with parts of me, 
I do not necessarily 
want you to see.
                {Revelations 1.1.5d}

I own many closets
writing pens and ink, 
the piece I wrote once – 
of coming out – of sharing me, 
was all a subtle lie,
not many I call friends 
know that side of me.
              {Revelations 1.1.12a}

I own many closets
but none contain a skirt, 
neither high heels nor  
suspenders can be found 
within.
         {Revelations 1.1.16j}

I own many closets
but none contain 
a whip, chastising done 
more subtly, in silence 
without words.
      {Revelations 1.1.22a}

I own many closets
but none contain 
a God, spread among 
the stars – among us all
their remnants can be
found.
    {Revelations 1.1.23b}

I own many closets
but one contain a dream,
to one day tear them all down,
to reveal the true me
                            {to be added}

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A Tale of Two Halfs

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1.

Writing was once the answer I gave 
To a question I no longer remember 

2.

I have doubt I never will 
Find the purpose of Living 

3.

In blankets stained
the trust of a writer
grows thin – thin
k 
//••

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The Bed In The Black Hole

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There is a place beyond time and 
                                           space

I wish I never discovered

There is a place beyond time and 
                                           space

I call The Black Hole 

A single bed
always ready made
amidst a complete darkness.

For days I hide 
for weeks on end
adventures without meaning.

There is a place beyond time and 
                                           space

I wish you never discover

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The longest day / once merrily
celebrated / now only a foreboding /
of the darkness approaching / a 
reminder / how little the light matters /
this day of all days / there was light
on the outside / as the storm of ages /
rolled on inside

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So little time, 
   so many sentences, 
                       unfinished
                                             •••

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