“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

 ♡

the roots

U have never seen

Their hues & intricacies

Embedded in the body enriched

Nurtured in Nourishment of charity

that of the recondite type

♡

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

 ♡

its pleasantness

to every eye

 ♡

in its encouragement

of truth

distributed in the balance of love

is the

essence of love’s roots

 ♡

beheld in

♡

Perspicacious cultivation

started 215053 on 11 – 8 – 12

” no admittance to life ”

not even through the post office

not even if U could get a breath of fresh air

sustainable to the lungs that U not be bendable

hacking from the stacking of carcinogen monsters

bearing their ugly heads

like monsters desiring to take U’r last breath

but that

not even a part of this poem

more it is – about the lack to roam

in the state of democracy

where all are rightfully supposed to live free

this not the reality i see

but the rich can murder me

take my heart

and pound on my soul

hoping that i physically perish

that the truth never to grow

these in a riddle soon to be heard in the full flow of truth rolled from the tongue

to the tips of your ears

just begging that no…

“ ghost in China Town ”

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here i am 

on my walk

with my curiosity

and my fantasies 

within the intricate World of Chinese Culture

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here i am in my head

in my thoughts

in my creativity

in my spillage of ink and artistic abstraction

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so, where is it that i am

how far has it been that i have gone

why is it that i was not heard

can U tell me then

how long shall it be that i be disturbed

☯💔☯

disturbed by the ink flow in my veins

where blood used to be and long been drained 

and for all the years i protested

others attest that it is that i complained 

☯💔☯

and U would too

if it was that this was exactly as U knew

where one was murdered – though seen is dead

a ghost U see and the ghost…

today’s flower

was shot several days ago

Wednesday, August 1, 2012 7:42 AM to be exact

it had a beautiful season

an inspiration to all flowers indeed

my aspirations if i can find that seed

where am i 

to be this hopeful

where am i to have any chance

what soil could i use

fertilizer and photosynthesis

to grow my confidences

my social networks my only family

and family to leave me to the fire

but still look i do

to flourish like 

today’s flower

” bad ass ride for democracy “

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democracy for what U wish to say

democracy for what happened today

democracy for everybody

rich gay and poor

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though the rich… they take what they know is rightfully theirs

with lawyers and power, and knowing everyone who exacts change

and even that which is not theirs is easily taken

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not that there are not balanced rich people

there has to be… i believe i know some 

this is not the point

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being that we who have not found that american dream

we who have to 

we must fight

we must shout

we must scream

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and there are even rich, yes wealthy

who still await their rights

democracy pulled away

for what people say is wrong or right

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these my friends, forgetting men and women who die

died, and who like me

wounded with the invisible (mental…