Prey Say Nay Way
@ the top of my lungs
did no more breath spill
on the cills where the trinkets
onceΒ stood & lay and some @ play
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25 – years been there no more
and floored who to do nothing
less to be adamantly animate & the interaction to the ears
train noise in poetry flow interruptis
make the mind trying for something to not be offended about
their ignorance
they’re blatantly blasting the elderly out
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and me
i like all music – less the bitches and hoes shit
the saggin of the panties
that some so-called pimps and ballers – some how think it is cool in their stink
but too, meddling
unsightly to the tone of disgust
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after the soothing conversation with Nel @ the Los Robles bus stop
we caught the 187 – initially the only 2 on the bus
i learned of her young beautiful mind
that there are traumas to the young
as there was with me – that birthed cynicisms
that none so young, sweet 19 – very sweet
natural beauty
no makeup on her art form was worn
just some jewelry
adorning the adorable
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she took me for a journey of a kind soul
i was going to ignore her at first
as i do mostΒ written to some street station
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as typically i read the fear of others
but it seemed today
my all black appearance said ANGELΒ to your fear
friendly to all but not always engaging interactions
but factions for my own fears
and cities of depression dwelling inside of me
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i canβt seem to get home from the war seen
that nobody dreamed of being in anyway
and this – much easier to write than 10 years of front line times
in a supposed no War era
and somehow then – U r 2 blame for the victimization that you came from
and can never shake negativity from your freaking head
your fucked up head
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and a friend comes to speak 2 these thoughts too
she wears the same voice as that of many other voices in your circle
the hoped in hope to see you through to the day of the UN-DIEING
but – canβt say there wonβt be anymore crying
& the way right in center flight 2nights U never thought U would b flying 4lights
and not of the afterlife
but in forward thinking
rather than getting hit with STEELE & BRICK shrapnel
for any buildings for you to live in – Dwell in, Blown to smithereens
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whatever a smithereen is – besides the tiny broken pieces
can they possibly be put back together like the art form of R.I.P.
and the veritable musical melodies that hug this and that broken soul in the abstraction of recondite knowledge only ascertained by the dead
talking and interacting with you in the hope of the sustaining joy for living
that they MAYΒ have known once before
could have been a few times before
in their strength of the resilience to pains inflicted on them by others
and situations that none owned directly
less sparsely taken to themselves in a self loathing strain
pained this to the veins like needles in the rain
and man made thunder storms stomping the brain for self destruction
fixing pain in the NO-stop lane of the Super Duper Highway just speeding along
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my apologies if in the abstract think
one could not get themselves to the sink for a drink
less the water is too filthy
should you then seek that which is imported
supported it is for the health of mental wealth to pull you through the wire tempered by fire of whatever hell it is that youβr seeing
believing also
i am not
this
what you or i have been through
but better not to stay as blue as the corpse that your ghost believes you to be
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so breath and another step
and duck
and crawl
and roll
and up
this time they missed you
and grab my hand goddamned it
iβm in the thick of it too
and learned i did
to @ times navigate the jungles that your lost in
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and thinned out in the concreet jungle as well
when surrounded by a million faces
like my belief that i am so all ALONEΒ in it
i see it all
in your empty face
Until it was
that our words embraced
and our feet grabbed traction in friendly collaborations for another step on planet life
until it is
you canβt look twice
and iβm done with this
Now quiet like mice !
21:03:37 on 01.19.14
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started on the train back to L.A. from the Allen station after being bussed from the Sierra Madre Station where the train was broke down, and a walk to little Tokyo starbucks then to subway a foot long and 2 small drinks and a theird in the writing, and i have to piss and want to type this
until next time
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oh, and not to forget the conversation with my Lab Partner Moniqi until her phone died – Dead y’all! π 21:10:19
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