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escape neurosis.

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escape neurosis.

find peace in the retreat of soul.

spirit fading to burn, speech becoming slurred,
the heart, the temple- incapable of love, worshipping
stars like beautiful flowers.

not capable of love, distracted too easily by colors and shades.

in dream state found,
who are the holy soldiers of crusade?
where are angels? incapable,
of anything else, but self hate and anger,
covered under a veil of optimism.

but not an optimist.
just get distracted by colors through prisms.

shed light while the whole world is covered in lies.
drowning in shit- incapable of dreaming,
because demons haunt sleep, shake body into restlessness.

not capable of growing wings because sometimes ugly
seems so beautiful.
and what is wrong wish were right.

not capable of feeling like you.

09.21.01.

enter search.

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enter search.

in search of islands to hide, feel safe,
to take as an escape, to put away the fear

of falling apart.

in search of secrets to know with certainty,
to try to understand, to place myself

on top of clouds.

in search of a heart to hear my call,
to whisper words, to place all faith in

during my prayers.

in search of love, in search of love,

delusions, realities that cannot be seen, that do not exist?

03.15.02.

don’t try selling me.

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don’t try selling me.

poetry grew out of a personal poverty, an isolated,
confused identity.
not trying to be a corporate entity,
so don’t try selling me (none of yo’ shit on tv)
into state sponsored slavery.

buy, sell, buy me, sell me.

but ain’t got no money or anything of value,
but notebooks and ideas.
guess, i’m closed for transactions.

pray the stock market don’t crash.

hope your stock doesn’t drop,
(please, don’t invest in me)
and that your credit card don’t bounce,
so that the check still goes through.

seems such a trap, only working for money
to buy all the things that everyone’s selling.
label me lazy, but rather be here, sleeping.

11.13.02.

breach of contract (wander).

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breach of contract (wander).

on a desolate plain,
in a desperate place,
dancing toward the moon,
wander on.

who has eyes to remember?

more importantly,
who has the time?
the time to care,
time to invest
in people and feelings?
to get to know one another?

all those things
just make everything
way more complicating.

wander on. wander on.

don’t have to be remembered or acknowledged to exist.
existence lays naked in exile, waiting for isolated souls to

wander on. wander on. wonder. wonder. wander on

with a lonely suicide song.

10.03.02.

big bang theory.

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big bang theory.

winter whispers why weeping widows wander
in somber states during her solstice.

and nature replies,
“tis gloomed and clouded days to blame,
which have a tendency to lead towards sleep.”

and night awakens to be reminded
that everyday looks just like last week.

winter wanders off,
“all life must die to be reborn,
the earth as well, needs her rest
but if all i get are tears,
wretched whimpers,
well then rename me, the solstice of sadness.”

winter wandered
off into the mountains past over zarathustra.
a flash of hot air covered
like a blanket
as cold escaped
like a final breath from the atmosphere.
oceans began to dry and much of the continents
were now mostly desert.

everyone, wondered where winter was?
the earth felt her pulse weaken,
a sigh of lament across the universe.

this is the way the world ends. this is the way
the world ends.
not with a bang. not with a bang,
but with a whimper for

        wild
                  winter
                             wandering.

11.06.02.