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For a forgotten god,

that did honor all that is tomorrow.

Yet he seen none all of the now,

it kept filling all his,

to be seen and saw that existed none all of his prophetic eye.

Then did not do,

all he can was,

to cast his world what he wanted it to be.

Now we are living a shared eye from his

own dreaming,

soon only soon that all of 

its stanzas and all of that immortal quatrain.

Will all of us,

feel all his pain,

and manifest his visions

that a light that should not have been ours.



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Split my hate in twain,

I have that fire and rage

to see my desire burns of what life has to offer.

Move my love,

I will roll the days like no other.

Any of expectations of my frustrations,

knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time

listened enough for all efforts.

Love is hate,

Hate is Love,

all there is are none

for it is as the same as above nor below,

neither in the middle.

Only to have

not to hold,

Only to gain,

always lose.

That I,

can never

Love and Hate,


At the same time.



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Mindless lessons.


For the one I knew,

They keep what I know.

Sur3 they gave m3 what I am,

Stilk makes me feel I am


For they will keep me going.

With their

Eternal and infinite

Good intentions that comes up,

Nothing more than a guilt ridden

Shame Coz

I changed into

some one they knew,

Who always wanted,

None but to cage.

That of a soul,

They do think

Binds them.

Because I carry what they

Know and have.

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Now that you. . .

. . .

are not worth my time anymore.

Since I did pry to try.

Ever I have been faithfully,

at your mercy.

What more really I can get out of your cage.

Anxiety of my Annie.

You will always stay true,

nor either leave me.

You would and will always be my skin.

Depression of my Diana,

sure I can make you leave out of me,

to enter into my own dojo at the subterranean level of my mind.

Manic madness of my MJ,

You can make all of those who would have been in,

yet to focus you in a way. . .

I can make a life in efforts of concentrated unlimited fuel.



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Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, Emotional warfare, free verse, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry

Add me an ordeal.

Deduct all pains of life,

multiply it by seven divine years.

subtract it by 2.

Then add all the good memories that you really knew happened.

Another additional good memories that did happened

divide that into the age yoy have now.

I guess,

Life isn’t life

worth living.

When one’s arithmetic cannot do,

when the emotional tenses are easily the 10th exponential errors

that do mar,

any of what life is 

and is not to be.



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anxiety and worry, Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, Emotional warfare, free verse, hate and anger, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry

. . . I am to presume all of the years,

and the muddled,

scrubbed and soiled,

tattered and shed.

None at all by my own assumptions

since all of these lovely anxieties,

all of my disappointments,

are nothing to someone but,

an emotional tantrum.

Yet someone who had a paper saying,

that is the only case.

Then she hands me a paper saying,

take a number,

take this pill,

and shove everything.

Since all of my life’s trial

are none but all

that matters to no one.

Only to myself

I am to see.



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