Disease

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Diagnose.
Many methods.
Reach conclusions,
learn some lessons.
Ending up
where you shouldn’t be.
As for the heart,
that’s the danger,
though it beats
and remains there
slightly broken, well, c’est la vie.

Drastically
drench the body,
aka drown within it,
now that ions have finally passed.
Since you’re old and too wise
to give up on your tries;
giving in seems a simple task.

Drip down symbols
Scientific
liquid might just be the trick
to stave off the final blow.
If your lucky and your willing
to fulfill and keep refilling
then that’s all you need to know.

Dry the sweat, blood and tears
you assumed measured years
and delight in the final hours.
Before death becomes the reason
you discovered could be squeezed in,
nestled ‘tween life’s superpowers.

Right here, right now

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Right here, right now
I’ll kick off my shoes.
Just waiting until
you do what you do.

But if I escape
just open the door.
Don’t try to debate
the state of it all.

I’ve lessons to learn
and something to start
that’s reaching around
and beating my heart.
It’s making a sound
I’ll never let out
as long as we stay
right here right now.

Still in black and white.

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I am sad right now. I am angry too.
Tell me, are these irrational emotions
to be hearing loud, to be going through
when we’re all just drops in the ocean?

Still
Sickness gets in there, reaches body’s mind
and releases sensitive notions
like you’re less than more, or I’m first in line,
or any pain can only be cured by potions.

Still
We keep popping pills. We keep stocking guns.
We keep staying up way past our fate.
We learn nothing new, we question nothing wrong,
we decide to not let it relate.

Still
We have time to love and to share, (repeat)
and to stand up for what we will.
To breathe on our own is a state of need.
One day fighting won’t be real.

Still
Till the moment’s right and the anger’s gone
and we finally feel fulfilled
to say fighting and dying or staying in hiding
shall be replaced by calm that is still.

Timeline

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Are we not meant to be happy
in this unnatural world?

Or are we just glad to be standing
as the earth goes round the sun?

Is this simply a confusing way
the universe has fun?

Birth, love, pain and death
counts us down to one.

Are we living an illusion?
The result of many minds?

Or the pain that comes with loosing
proves the lack of good design?

Are these questions to be answered
or the kind to leave behind?

Birth, love, pain and death
seem perfectly aligned.

Odyssey

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I love you..
so subtly
Move close enough to hear my melodies
Close enough to taste my breath
You’ve drowned enough to reach my depth

I admire when
you surround me
Slow enough to weave in, out of me
Slow enough to leave your mark
We both jumped off
We’ll both get scarred

I think about
you constantly
Long enough
It’s called an odyssey
Long enough to loose myself
in you I find much greater wealth

I fear my heart
in all of this
Though smart enough to steer through particles
Smart enough to shut down first
Can’t bring me back
this time to earth

The Strip

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Listen closely
Children’s voices
crying out
against the wind

Caught between
two holy forces
praying that
their God will win

Countless bodies
Nameless faces
on battlegrounds
and common places

Once deemed safe
but never more
to take a test
in times of war

Future’s a bargain
Thinks a Sargent
as he tells his men
to strike

Painted crosses
don’t mean nothing
when a man thinks
he is right

Looking up at
smoke filled clouds
caused by ancient
stakes and shrouds

From tales of love
come mounds of hate
bringing forth
this present state

Listen closely
Bells are ringing
telling you
your time is near

Rising louder
are children’s voices
crying out
Why can’t you hear?

I’d rather

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I’d rather
go places than have things
Be willing to trash them
Understand that pain is as sane
as my happiness

I’d rather
look longer than capture it
Trap it through imagining
Capsules naturally amassing
Their screws will soon unfasten

I’d rather
end fights than start them
and jump to the pardon
to mend what still lingers
so the wounds won’t leave scars

I’d rather
believe it than trust in
Gods that have rusted
Faith comes from wisdom
and not from the gospels

I’d rather
love you than say it
Though you’re amazing
Words aren’t enough
for the beauty in your brain

Forever

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For the seconds that have passed
For the minutes still to come
For the hours we’ve amassed
on the journeys we’ve begun

For the unfinished hugs
For the completed kisses
For those wasted shrugs
and those used up wishes

For the walks we take
For the food we eat
For the love we make
or the hate we speak

For the time we spoke
of our lives together
Of the length it would be
For the word “Forever”

Getting Free

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Getting free
Flying high
past the tops
you set for skies

Getting free
Cutting it close
Giving it all
to let it go

Getting free
Breaks away
Running from
your fear to stay

Getting free
Freedom blues
Checking maps
and tying shoes

Getting free
Finding faces
Searching their own
times and spaces

Getting free
is simply feeling
what isn’t there
until your willing

Getting free
is simply knowing
there’s more to life
than always owing

Getting free
from resolutions
In time you’ll reach
your own confusions