Plot

Inside an epic of turmoil,
Within the bastians of rage
Lives the novel of self depreciations,
For another story,
Go ‘head,
And turn the page.

Residing deep in each new chapter
Lie plots filled with twists and turns,
Characters, both major and small,
And a lesson which the main character,
That is you,
Eventually, wholeheartedly,
And begrudingly learns.

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June 3rd,1999

I’m sorry for pain
and I’m sorry for life.
I’m sorry for darkness
and the absence of light.
I’m sorry for love,
and I’m sorry for spite,
and I’m sorry for breathing
on your neck every night.

I’m sorry for holding,
sorry I let go,
I’m sorry for knowledge
and what we happened to know.

I’m sorry for begging
and I’m sorry for tears.
Most of all I am so sorry
that you are not here.

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Life and Death of Happiness

Mourn the death of good things which
have passed so quietly in the night,
cry over their funeral
growing uncontrollable as the casket is closed so tight.

Feel the warmth of good thing’s soul
as it escapes into forever after
wave good bye
with a tear in eye
to love,
to light,
to laughter.

Rush into the hospital,
you should have known, you were forewarned
that every time a good things dies
another is shortly born.

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Mushroom Cloud

How can one live in this world,
Claiming to be a “good” person,
When in their purity in life
Is stained with the shit we’re in?

Torture, lying, greed, and hate
Not to mention corruption and rape
Spin the wheel
And seal the deal
For ourselves,
Our children,
Our race?

For we as humans,
Not as “whites”, “Middle Easterns”,
“men”,
“women”
“gay,
Or “straight”,
But we as humans,

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Presently

Have to worry about today
the seconds and minutes which you are in
because if you can not fix the now
then you run the chance
of it never being “now” again.

Tomorrow will never come,
nor will today ever go to sleep,
you may lay to slumber at night
but today is what will forever be.
You can not let it linger
and plan to deal with on preceding days
because tomorrow will never be,
yesterday is forever gone,
and all’s we have are constant reminders that it’s “today”

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On the other hand....

Best friends from when we were young
still here with us today
can be possibly the best reminder of who we were
irregardless of if we’ve put that person away.
For that person and how they were,
what they thought,
said,
did,
or believed
is different from the person we are now
and different from how we are trying to be.

Childhood friends are like childhood toys,
some must be put away once they’ve outlived their use,
but the disposing
or distancing oneself
from such reminders of a past
can be one of the hardest things to do.

Because that grip upon who, how, what

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Stories of.....

Courageous and fearful
are two similar things
though one has the spirit
to see what “action” brings.
Both of them are scared
there’s no denying that,
its’s just that one is controlled
and one beats it right back

Now this one may be killed,
maimed, or disabled
Though who is the “hero”
when you’re reading the fable?
It’s the hero who’s brave,
while the coward stay back.
It’s our hero who prevails
and often attacks
these monsters of evil,
these beings of harm.
And it’s often the coward

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