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Office Lights

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City Street At Night Wallpaper Desktop Background by Stina Haglundh

 

In the dark of night, the city burned

Lamp haze illuminating out towards alleys and their mysterious corners,

Ordinary objects of notice depending on circumstance

Lining the drive forward one beacon after another

 

The car encapsulating our secret, you distant

Yellow windows arranged into faces peered down and I just kept thinking,

“how many of those poor lonely bastards are still caged in their towers?”

Whether intentionally or not

 

It was at this moment that my voice betrayed me

Completely consumed by the lit geometry of society

I didn’t feel your attention, didn’t hear your question

But there I was replying to something worth answering

“I hate it here.”

 

The last word trailing off into the hum of the car engine

Shadowy fingers of night reaching out and grabbing any response given,

I found myself silenced in the despair of confusion

Bewildered by my bizarre state-of-being

 

You kept driving to the center of everything

The weight of your hesitation creeping over the center console,

Isolating my thoughts to focus on sensing rather than seeing

As we always tend to do

 

Eyes glued to the graveled shoulder of pavement

Never daring to confirm if you were still in the car with me,

Knowing and questioning through the silence

Feeling insecure and lost in the absence

Thinking back, I’m not sure where I meant by ‘here’

The metropolis mirroring my favorites of experience,

Chicago, New York, Dublin, Miami

Visions design a conglomerate of what it is and what I’d like it to be

 

Claiming architect to discern the meaning, if any

Retelling the story as if there’s supposed to be an epiphany,

Over and over the memories tickle reasoning

As flashes of office lights dance behind my eyes

 

I am grateful for car rides ❤

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Soul of Martyr

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Oh, phantom memories in their ever-haunting ways

Seeping colorful dreams that paint the chance of escape

I surrender this skin, burnt flesh reformed into something pleasant

A soul of martyr to remain a lost lover for centuries

 

Thin layers of time have folded in this simple state of mind

Senses attacked by fables now threatening to embalm hindsight

Since when did we decide to accept fate as bestowed by the heavens?

I forfeit my role in consciousness to prove my dedication

 

For thy heart, erase these foreign layers of today

We are one in the same as we were yesterday

No wiser in understanding the common assemblage

Forever incomplete in the art of mental association

 

Consume this World, learn to inwardly imbibe

There’s poison in the feelings thickening our minds

Only a few need to forget so the rest will survive

You must continue, I choose action in sacrifice

 

I am grateful for you ❤

Insert Title VI

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CYMRU

Dylan Thomas as an observer
In the blue tree forest

Naked on the toilet
Drinking a bottle of beer
As the bubbles float to the top
of the fish aquarium

With thoughts of Cymru

In the lightest of considerations

Green fields and yellow leaves

 

 

Surrealistic Female

The lights reflect inside the shadow of thought
As I try to decipher the blinking of
on, off
A repetitive phrase I believe once spoken
But as it is now there’s no time for the forgotten
The monsters roam the sidewalks bearing
Their treasure in smiles
Darkness closing in on the veil as the dogs go
in,out
A smirk of content lingers from the one
As a questioning glance that masks certainty and love

 

 

Meeting Deadlines

Drop the needle on the floor

Oh god they will take me now

Too many sounds drifting through the silence

Too many unspoken feelings to hide them

Not requiring customization
No quotes of freedom
Puts an obstacle in the way of meeting deadlines

 

 

Disguising the Truth

The tunnel walls lay bare as an

Outline of the only way forward

When turning back isn’t an option

But leads to the current destination

Of one foot in front of the other

Is that laughter I hear?

The wind is always full of gossip

Assuming stories and spreading them out

Echoing louder through the confusion

Adding to it, disguising the truth

 

I am grateful for the dreamers ❤

Weight

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There is only a slight difference

In countenance, as we continue

The sentences that build up

This conversation

As I tell myself it’s only

A hesitant sideways glance that

offers no room for notice,

Or mention, of opinion that the

current moment in time

Weighs more than the last

 

I am grateful for heavy lifting ❤

The Fancy Pears @ Var Gallery & Studios, Milwaukee WI

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I traveled to Milwaukee this past weekend to play at the beautiful art gallery Var Gallery & Studios. We had a great time playing for our friends who came out to make this a truly memorable experience. The video was posted through Facebook but I’m pretty sure you can check us out even if you don’t have an account. Maybe it works? lol ❤

https://www.google.com/url?q=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2FVarGalleryStudios%2Fvideos%2F601609793332236%2F&sa=D&sntz=1&usg=AFQjCNHXpWcEdkQ2Qbk3_z_P1J-vYuOfHA

Teeter-Totter

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It’s your turn to rise higher on the teeter-totter

The momentum slows as the weight of mind gets heavier

up, down, up, down

We follow the motions accordingly

Pushing self harder off ground to claim the highest authority

Friends on the playground, enemies of the mind

Must be stronger! faster! smarter! to WIN this life

up, down, up, down

Puppets to one another as our fragile strings sway

Sneaking in and out of thought as the hanging tendrils fray

Assuming ownership of answers from our unasked questions

Admiring self to prove worth, especially when others show weakness

up, down, up, down

Your success doesn’t endanger the promises of my own

Your intelligence doesn’t discredit what I’ve learned

Your beauty doesn’t make me any less than myself

The hate builds with every created comparison we choose to accept

up, down, up, down

The balance shifts as we continue our impasse

Schoolkids fighting for domination of attention

Stopping to take notice when opinions of ridicule seem best

Using chance to display rank with each hasty judgement

up, down, up………………………………………..

 

I am grateful for some quiet alone time. ❤

Insert Title V

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I can’t write for fear of a broken tongue, burning as a

Spiraling monster spilling out confused thoughts;

Ideas traveling from top of head to roof of mouth

 

Why speak when the noise is heavy, serving only as a

Constant reminder of fragile ears hearing rumors;

Weighted down truth from what is and what isn’t

 

Maybe blinded eyes see more than what we perceive of them

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Where do you house your hate?

To be pulled out when needed

To lose mouth for virtue of wit

Or, what you choose to believe as such…

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I slipped on the edge and fell

Down into the hole of hell

No one dares to look into the well

Claiming innocents of ourselves

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To read is to acknowledge The Others, controlled as

Writers in waiting to avoid the contact with oily flesh;

Skin’s difference of one person vs the next

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Hate

I feel it beat

Break, burn, bleed

The heart is weak

 

Greed

It’s not me

I am healthy

How disgusting

 

Anger

Or is it despair?

I wander aimlessly

Deciphering the difference

 

Hope

Always constant

Perhaps a bit cynical

But it’s there