Braids

We could be two strands of hair,
Intertwined and tangled together.
We could wrap around to overlap,
Held close by the other's embrace.
We could be braids
Firmly pressed into a tighter bond
Than we can provide for ourselves,
A rotating band of mutual support
That drapes, hanging from the head
Of our loving expression.

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Peach

Soft is the
Skin
Of the ripe peach,

So gently,

I will coarse
My
Innocent hands
Through

It's fine hair

Caressing
It's
Curving surface.
How
I wish for a bite.

Soft is the

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Sous Rature

{Horro_r/is/t_he/ absolut/l_imit/of
Our/an_iM[al]istic/psychologies
Just/as/ser_ia l-ist-ic/disson_ance/ is
The/furth_est/ bounda-ry/of_/harmon_y}

{We/pac-kage/ou_r/ _imp[ulse(s) ]/an_d/abjur_e
T_hs/prt./_of/_o_ur/ being/? Ho-w/can/we
Re-cant/wutwe/d_unt/un-der.stand/? _How/can/we
Be./Tht/_image/ [a sous rature]/_happily? }

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Meaning

The meaning of life
Is truly unimportant.
Finding the answers
Will not remedy sorrows
Or relieve distress.
It will not give us insight
Or greater purpose.
If anything, that meaning
Will just make us more confused.

Note: According to Webster's Dictionary circa 2009, the meaning of life is: 'A state after birth that precedes death.'

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Sitcoms

Gentle gamma rays radiate
From the screen. Slowly, we decay
To watch the past tense duplicate,
Repeat time when it's gone away.
Re-live your life now, once again;
Recreate better yesterdays-
The sepia toned "could have been"
Nostalgia of nuclear fam'lies-
Where ev'rything good will happen,
Ev'rything is how it "should be."

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On Journalism

I can't speak now. My mouth has been taped shut.
I can't move. I've been bound and tied to a chair.
I've had an unsettling feeling in my gut.
I'm a prisoner. I'm a captive held where
I can't snap the ropes binding my legs, my arms
Together. I can only wait for harm
That seems impending and close to approach. I
Can only be a hostage. I don't know why.

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Dissent 1

Why contribute toward your own exploitation?
We must not forsake our freedom or liberty
As we saturate in our need for property,
Or for uninhibited accumulation.
Why persuade yourself by unfounded quotations,
Filtered phrases that are structured for consumption?
Why formulate your opinions by presumption?
Why resign yourself to mass-indoctrination?

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Axe

If my eyes were wooden
And hacked through
With the slice of an axe—
If my perceptions
Were split in two,
Or splintered furiously
By the edge of its blade—
Would I see the multiple
Sides of my sight—
The interspersed fragments
Falling upon the ground
Where I stand?
Would the axe cut
And show a wound
To hurt
Or a necessary force
To heal
In my willing hands?

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Satellite Observations

The satellite
Spins around
The revolving
Rock of blue
In the endless
Shade of night,
The emptiness
Time falls through.

From a distance,
From somewhere
Above the sky,
The Earth glows
Like a beacon,
A light house
Beside a sea
Of shadows.

The pylons dot
The surface

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Siamese

For a long time, I've shared my heart with you,
But now you wish that we could separate.
Why tear us in half? Why cut us in two?
Was our life before not affectionate?
Why should we surgic'lly slice through our skin
To split our sewn seams and then extirpate
All the organs our body holds within?
Must we lacerate all the ligatures
Binding and braiding what we could begin?

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