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Attention Your pictures Your pictures on every wall on every corner on every light post glowing and framed and growing old Not that you could see that You carve them into caves so that man will look back on your primitive life and wonder if you were the hunter or the gathererer. Depictions of yourself chasing prey you'll never catch. It's not that you can't try it's that you won't.  You let others dash your hopes. Perverted perception and primal pain so unfocused and unchanged. You're not just overboard you've drowned in the sea that you made. All you can do is open your mouth to cry out but you're not suppose to drink salt water. You d

Wither flower pedals sink no one wants to look at you Wither sir back pained and bent no one has a use for you Wither time cursed time Death is not afraid of you Wither me

She married young and she died early time and time again but that didn't stop her from living until the end when she finally laid down alone in her chair knowing her time has come and drying her hair She laid a flower at her grave every year then every time she came around to the battle ground 1000 years of history in every building and many more of grief her smile made people happy despite the sorrow beneath Ripe with inspiration she gave me what I sought while on a road going nowhere she gave me an empty lot where I built a shaky house in the middle of a desert and I pride myself in that house fixing cracks by any measure Sick

Paula's Sea one day while sailing I hit a wave and fell into Paula's sea while wading through water I found it easier to swim so on I swim onto the shore I heard you once to be finding only footprints far as the eye could see and there shall I wait in the lighthouse towered for the love that I need singing the song both day and night of the Keepers' hymn not a soul in the world to bare witness to the heart upon my sleeve behind every searchlight there's a man desperate to see O Paula on your shores are where I decide to leave for on infinite oceans, an island is no place to live Though I'll never sail the world in search again f

A blanket of warmth once chilled air now melts the snow but what of the snow? Summer turns to fall circuitous sun crawls on yet, our love; unchanged. Heaven rains down now spectrum of paper colors death can be so fair.

Bang Out of sight, out of mind And left with circuitous expression I haze beyond the width of time an explosion metastasized in my head

Mirror Shattered mirror filled with cracks Collecting dust in tarnished hues Your face forever shards of glass Yet I shall always look at you I found you in a search for gold Seekers skilled would rejoice For they would know what they had found Like children with a brand new toy - blah At long last I could call you mine A friend whom I had never known Despite the tarnish and surface crack O mirror just like the sun you shown I looked upon you for the first time? A reflection often overlooke? You're too good for your own dreams| hiding behind your cracks and rust    | You could shine just like the sun       |-----? But you on

Nintendo Samus, Link Kibry Donky Kong, Mario Toad. Who thinks of this stuff?

A King A banquet of peanut butter toast In a one bedroom kingdom stacked atop 8 others The only fears are numerical The only warlords wear suites A King upon a throne with wheels doing the bidding of his teachers dining upon his bread With subjects lacking his mind trails off What king am I? What kingdom is this? But he remembers: There is nowhere to rise after "king" But "God".