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Another day in paradiseJesus took a look at his fridge, nothing but mustered and beer; "not on an empty stomach "he thought. He had multiplied them at his roommate's party to please Miriam; he just loved to see her smile .Now the bottles just took up all the empty space. On his way out he spotted Frank, in his underwear passed out on the couch they had gotten from good will. It was an ugly thing, but the memory of how they had lugged it up 3 blocks and up the stairs of the apartment complex, still filled his heart with laughter. What should have taken them maybe 45 minutes tops became a 12 hour journey, with long rest periods and a multitude of conversations on the way. "This thing has its own brand of magic ", he thought remembering the people who stopped to help and ended up sitting on it in the middle of the road , discussing the mysteries and tribulations of life it self .
Frank- mouth wide open, snoring vigorously, in his superman underwear, which had seen better days. His friend and the only
For Jay2Brother, lover, friend. What brings me to your shore?
Past bleeds present, untouched yet valid fabric of life.
Observe the seed within, mute still .within its unaccustomed tide.
Rewind the spiral and slip through its cracks.
Within your ocean waves whisper, too soon...Too late?
I find you, eyes closed, entwined in witches curls.
Poison feed by empty grace and split tongue, sustain but the shell of destiny.
To break the curse, I sacrifice unborn reality to loss.
as spectral hand spreads hope like breadcrumbs to bring you home.
From the edge of insanity2Walls -green, he traces patterns, finds me strangled by love- born treachery.
Devotion in many colours, flow from pen to mouth; did not feel its weight beneath the well kept shell.
Void- Black became the backdrop- revealing...
But maybe to late...
You are the wind within my storm, star within my paradox.
Side to a coin I did not know I possessed.
Counterfeit smile to please the masses.
Once again -
Am shining idol...
In truth but projection...
Was no fine print...
No secret code...
Truth is a mighty weapon, yet moves nothing in the simple mind oblivious.
Meet the shadow, before dawn.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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