poems, thoughts, and so on

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 perfection is boring

uninteresting and bland

what a dumb concept to invent

separating beast from man

   -11/17/23


modern offerings--god only likes money..?  


Love 

At once into the coals

Desire comes forth

Reaching new heights   


Idyllic, in the fields

Invincible, it feels

as if my stomach    

burst open --confetti all around

dancing in circles


But love is painful

when it matures

Thoughts linger 

in the dark, ever 

wondering how you feel

never really knowing 

a heart's conceit




10/02/23

cherish the constants in life

because nothing is constant

The only real constants

are the Earth, Sky and Microplastics


09/26/23

none of us are mysteries

we're all the same


08/23/23

i'm losing sleep

waking up in a dream

lapse of reason    

flowers underneath


blood on my knuckles

i tore up the floorboards

to see what's inside

what colors in my lines

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