“unscented poem”

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what is this says to U

what is always true

what U have seen

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what U have been through

how bad U want to quit

how bad to say goodnight

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instead of listening to stupidity

not U’r own

from nothing U have ever done

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but to the pee brained twigs

souled to a hole in the wall

with puppet strings taught

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they sing songs of vile scents there predacious smell

and insist on continuing the same hell from

deep inside of their no brained spell

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so this jibbering and jabbering

can’t get a breath of fresh air

can’t get a breath to breath

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when will all the evil leave

leave, just freaking leave me

leave me to the saint i am

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still cursing and my desire for a woman healthy

relationship ties… and not know how no longer

so in…

” happy Veterans Day = DEMOCRACY ”

Oooohhh Rrrraaaggghhh!!! Semper Fi

how many times people asked me why

in the integrity of who we are

Marines to the Corps

should U like to know more!!!???

democracy is not free

this explains it best

from wars popular

to wars unpopular and unknown

the situations one is in

typically with a team

could eventually be alone

to all the hell and pain

the strain of life not coming twice

though eyes open

a ghost before U

once lived

now dead in the memories of atrocities not easily fixed

time and time again – brain fixed in triggers never contained

only realigned – if good therapy attained

battlegrounds shifting from one country to another

from one city to another

from one block to another

giving up on trying to fight the inevitable returns

beating me time and time again

to a place where…

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So how to its cultivation

some blue abyss

to remiss

for all the days it missed U

♡

nonetheless

for U

springs up the pure

Lovely and raw

and tall

 ♡

reached to the skies

found the heavens and why

why it is continually renewed

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to be there eternally

so U would not find U’r-self blue

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the roots

U have never seen

Their hues & intricacies

Embedded in the body enriched

Nurtured in Nourishment of charity

that of the recondite type

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though

maybe to the eye

it did not appear

as U – the beholder

seen it to

wane aesthetically

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nevertheless

its character

gave to its beauty

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its pleasantness

to every eye

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in its encouragement

of truth

distributed in the balance of love

is the

essence of love’s roots

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beheld in

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Perspicacious cultivation