poetry

from bed, regrets disregarded

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Contemplating confused states of misunderstanding when i should keep my mouth closed and let you lead the way

it’s not easy

standing by

shuffling states of being in hopes of drawing the trump card we can all use to hit our target number of tricks

dialed in without knowing what one another wants

needs

the author of this confrontation bleeds

as we hop over her limp blue body denying deaths drumbeat. the dum dum sish boom bahs of our rhythmless foot steps marching to bodies of water waiting for our crownless souls to dip in and become a part of losing control

featherless flyers

filtering out the pieces of mystery to stay sane on a spinning orb of indecision and deception

i can’t claim i wasn’t there

you saw me

huddled in a corner

wishing i hadn’t stated my purpose

now you know

i couldn’t join you

even when i grabbed tight and kept you tethered to past triumphs that have become meaningless

i’ll let you go

if you promise to visit the stone remains that prove our time spent together

from bed, we’re there while they’re here

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when did we stop watching fireflies fade during summer nights spent spinning in circles shrouded by stunned emotions holding tightly to the thoughts that we were alone in parks where patrons left hours before leaving us to wade in shallow water, splashing the day’s leftover innocence on one another’s goose bumped flesh cleansing the marks left from the quiet deaths their judgements marked while widened dreams danced off our lips sucking away every desire of a new day while we held the night tight drifting out of sight from the oglers need to be where we were meant to be tripping away from the pain deserted pathways overgrown from knowing it wasn’t the way.

from bed, another year older

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holding back the hoards of train wreck images throbbing through my synapses swerving to avoid truthful touches while trying to stay on track

words in patterns switched around

happy birthday

blow out your years, wash your hands, and keep bending love lust life language to meet the needs of friends who bare their souls searching for common goals during southern winters spent muscling shoals to the shore.

no magic needed

we created more and fed one another.

let the caboose fly off the track while we dead-aim attack with box cars clashing and engine thrashing every destructive picture gets ripped in two flying in pieces left in grey smog hue.

we can’t look back

we must look within

steady our speed

as we begin again.

from bed, screaming towards a conclusion

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waiting

silently shutting off the situations that swirl around trying to stifle societies’ screaming desires to conform to mores developed by square pegs seeking holes to drop into carving out their own space protected and alone calling out over the phone to release that drone that moans in midnight mood dances shuffling back and forth without hopes of touching another time when we rubbed shoulders not elbows held hands not grudges and crashed through ceilings holding baiting buzzing lights hovering above us begging to become debris carried away and reused to pave paths providing opportunity to close the doors leading to places where our extremes kill dreams

instead

waltz towards celebrating the pieces we all carry and illuminate at different seasons on our trek towards making noise in solidarity

from bed, another block is here

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transcripts will tell the tale

if we keep them

tuesday’s found are willing to take the toll of the other hours that walkaway and wish you never entered them

like me to you

them to us

a mess to discuss if we will finish what we left

here

when my wishes ended with defined kisses and cheeks that touched to know we were real in this drastic measure time table i sat at while waiting for you to wake on a saturday morning walking out still horny and dragging nothing behind you

i couldn’t come in

too polluted by others instructions that led to obstruction and i couldn’t stay out of my own way

i wish we could go back

to the trials and errors without death step consequences, when you’d catch me

now i rest easy on symphony scales that reach the walls and bounce around to talk to me people will see this is the train wreck we came to grab hands through

steps to take in order to fake a mind like mine and for fucky fucks sake some time alone

from bed, i rose to the occasion

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stumbling towards blocks in a road that twists through backroads in a boarder-less country

i turned around

nothing left to be found

on virgin paths leading underground

i chose the high road of memories

pieces of me examined through distant eyes without the flash of a coming surprise i could supply my supple ego and charm with enough calm to disarm relics causing alarm

peace

solitude found in replayed imaginations

comfort in connecting to the past

let me sit, loaf, and find the place where it all begin

a spectator to my own birth

squeezing through mush-hole-muddy mounds where burial dances softened an awakening ground

for the next round

where i’ll be found

distracting myself with where i’m bound

a mere reflection

in everyone’s crown

from bed, after the dance

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Male-1

that sounds like fun with double edged swords hanging above as i lay on a table set for two

with you crouching below

Damocles would be proud

it was shallow and baseless the crowds that gathered waiting to watch as we both vowed to leave together with a common cause casually understanding the reality that we would get shocked by sunlight peaking through a stained glass window carrying the memories of a religion lost to human interactions that didn’t match their masters wish

love

be loved

the rest will take us from this sphere of rational thoughts that power and steer us through the eye of the needle passing the middle while he played the fiddle

a tune that we all could hum

om

or shalom

my friend

Male-1

Adam and a friend

starting over to rediscover the purpose of this undercover time

from bed, sometimes sphinx rest in the middle

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the pharaoh didn’t walk alone

on that gilded sand

legions of weak dreams followed her around

fading away to a blur

still strong enough to stir the breath of fresh water waiting for warmth in the morning stream of thought that hadn’t occurred without the jarring distant discontented sounds breaking on our painstaking turn to burn the love we adjourn without acknowledging the slight differences between us

i’m not stunned anymore

indifferent

she confronted me as i stumbled with squinting eyes searching for answers to the riddle stranded in the middle of barren emotions balanced on the line of where we’re going and where we went

now

she’s waiting for me

on that gilded sand

leading me to the land of tomorrow’s memories

from bed, half way and switching light

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crunching sounds came from her room

mornings are done

she spent enough time spitting in moving streams sending stems shooting up where she’d hang her hopes, dreaming of valleys where vapors vault off vailed actor’s faces while they falsely direct attention away from tempting situations

we’ll end up there again

this time the lights will be out

she’ll continue to shout her thumbs into a screen to make sure you understand where she’s been, delegated discoveries of insecure ship captains commanding without a crew

navigating neutral waters

waiting for a breeze

i’ll be there, with her, hoping inspiration at the end of the day will guide us after coming half way.

*I’m halfway through a year of “streaming” everyday. I will now switch to streaming before i go to bed, rather than right when i wake up. i should probably change the title of the blog – in time.

from a couch, pause and applause lines

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SOTU: 1/30/18

Day 376

Shattered norms

our union

speaker

president

congress

first lady

americans

this podium

their dreams

swift action

our land

all americans

extraordinary success

never imagined

storms

we can be americas spine

devastating hurricane

las vegas strip

with melania

hurricane harvey

forty lives

thank you very much

david dahlburg

walls of flame

wildfires

pull through together

always

very personally

like you steve

in this room

yes

(paul ryan is thinking – so far so good)

of tragedy tonight

the key

to serve

our people are strong

proud america

including

alone

rising wages

forty-five year low

ever recorded

in history

this short period of time

through the roof

american history

small business

for everyone

child tax credit

in half

a lot more

(paul ryan – slow down buddy, stop ad libbing)

government ordered health care

individual mandate is now gone

anywhere in the world

a lot of money

in ohio

twenty year history

the building next door

two daughters education

a great welder

20,000 workers

just a little while ago

new american moment

this is your time

achieve absolutely anything

we’re going to be

do anything

same home

american flag

american life

in god we trust

(paul ryan – circled fingers to the sky)

unwavering support

on veterans day

a job well done

stand for the national anthem

history of our great country

religious liberty

health care decisions

VA accountability act

love our vets as much as we do

beginning of this great journey

our veterans

the american people (?remove people who fail american people?)

any administration in the history of country (remove regulations)

beautiful clean coal

to the world

beautiful autoworkers

that’s whats happening

in a long time

its all coming back

all over our country

leaving us

that’s where they want to be

the right to try

prescription drugs

for the year

watch

our wealth

we’re getting it back so fast

reciprocal

they’ll be fair

our trade rules

crumbling infrastructure

a simple road

our people deserve

desperately needs

we can do it

even one

building heritage

american grit

poverty to prosperity

need so badly

full potential

paid family leave

second chance at life

american families

illegal unaccompanied alien minors

thank you very much

thank you

break into our country

never happen again

all over the world

america’s forgotten communities

and creed

right to american dream

american’s are dreamers too

happen quickly

off our streets

great guy

send you reinforcements

previous administration covered

twelve year period

the border

catch and release

safety of american people

respect the laws of our country

end chain migration

distant relatives

spouses and minor children

future of america

chain migration

no longer afford

into the 21st century

immigration system

makes it happen

terribly hurt

you enable the goodness of our nation

our values

or anyone else

their nuclear weapons

we are not their yet, sadly

face of the earth

killers in iraq, and syria, and other locations as well

until isis is defeated

hopefully safely

boobie trapped

open an airway

emergency surgery

staff sergeants

are evil

annihilate them

be clear

unlawful enemy combatants

terrorists

who we release

great job

guantanamo bay

wherever we find them

guantanamo bay

new rules of engagement

(paul ryan – yawned)

our plans

jerusalem as the capitol of israel

make this decision

only go to friends of america

struggle for freedom

iran nuclear deal

sanctions on cuba and venezuela

cruel dictatorship in north korea

aggression and provocation

inspire us all thank you

total american resolve

to always done

be free

to death

the truth

how far you’ve come

thank you

monument to the american people

brave kids

they are americans

belongs to them

be worthy of them

we should never forget

god bless america

good night