poetry
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Godfather Ocean
I’m just watching over here. Don’t underestimate me, the silence, and the calmness, inherited from the sea. Why you stupid moose, know that you ain’t a gander. Your banter’s piteous, you foolish motherfucker. Continue reading
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Moral Crusaders
If you see a moral crusader you should run, run, run. hanging out with one is no fun, fun, fun they complain ’bout anything under the sun, sun, sun might as well kill yourself with a gun, gun, gun Continue reading
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The Party
Enjoy and love the party, I tell myself in mind. This company’s temporary, I’ll leave it all behind. Might not be tomorrow, it will be very soon. Continue reading
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Good Morning
When you wake up to the sun each morning He greets you with a smile, calls you ‘darling’. When I wake up I begin my mourning. Sad. So sad. Continue reading
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12 Days of Freedom
On the fifth day of freedom my true self gave to me: a dash of bravery, real view of the world, great patience, strong wanderlust, and a streak of being carefree. Continue reading
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The Forgotten
Not even a figment of your imagination Not even a consonant in your whisper Not even a blink from your observation Not even a stroke in your signature Continue reading
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Collecting Sticks
That prize you acquired without even sweating Possesses very little to no meaning. Lighter than feather, value is nix. You’re much better off collecting sticks. Continue reading
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I’m Just a Man
I’m just a man with fleshly needs too. Don’t be a hypocrite ’cause I’m just like you. We have two legs but we walk on all fours. Outdoors, we’re saints. Indoors, we’re whores. Continue reading
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Can You Feel the Thrum?
The end is coming, can you feel the thrum? the steady pace of the Reaper’s drum gather any sorrow, hurt, or regret dump into a chapter you must soon forget Continue reading
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Maybe
Agitated clouds, flighty waves The ocean’s about to turn crazy Will the boat flip? Am I brave? Can I jump in the sea, maybe? Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 