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Medicine Man
I'm a medicine man with your life's blood on my hands Show you where I stand, using it to make my list of demands Commandments, that are heaven sent, drawn across my body One knee bent, left to lament God's dichotomy The creator's duality Creation's mind warped, full frontal lobotomy Wrap your mind around this, A galaxy dwelling within your fist Converse with open palm releasing the life that you miss Back into the universe And let it traverse the open planes Breaking the curse of the completely sane Coercing the brain with a harmonic verse Making it reverse and speak succinctly of the pain Of an adverse strain stemming from the chronic, perv
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Continuous Flow
Elementary school drop out side Splitting wood chopper ride The lightning flash photography Class clown around the rosie Cheek bone head's up state License the advent of fated Meeting place of worship False God's mix up A creek without a paddle Down streaming music ensemble Cast in iron will you Explain what you drew The conclusion of the story Of my life risked daily Mail carrier of disease Ridden hard sell your soul please Stand by your mankind Of a big deal of a lifetime Of your life's working class Hero of our storied past
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Drunken Clarity
Presented with an idea to fight fear Made clear by broken beers and shattered everclear Drunken dreams the drunken master sings and scream and bring Inebriated clarity Truth found through beer goggles Blurry models of future intoxicated hovels Cutting your knees on broken bottles Left to grovel Before the gods of hops and barley Trying to parley a true love The kind only found in substance-less bars and clubs While the DJ spins like S and M, Mastering the subs Dubbed the king of excess, when challenged His efforts are re-dubbed Not caring if he seems sexist Not that the ladies mind they eat it up like licorice And hard rock
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Descent
What the eye beholds is irrelevant When the "I" withholds evidence It's evident that beauty doesn't matter When the once elegant mind is left in tatters All loveliness shatters When you're more scatter brained than the mad hatter But at least he was wise in his madness So, tell me, why is a raven like a writing desk? I don't know, but figuring it out is like fighting death Bereft of my once deft wit by the theft of my heart I split apart and grit my teeth trying to impart Legit grammatical art fit enough to outsmart A misfit upstart halfwit who tries to bogart My moonlit sweetheart and refit her spirit to that of a tart I cannot
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Have You Seen Me?
However, forever isn't enough time Whatever the weather I'm still stuck in a snow blind Can't decide whether I'm clever enough to seem unkind Trying to sever the tether between my heart and mind I wonder, is it better to measure what I lack inside? My pride abused and misused once caught in the tide Of an ever-changing perception of my moral outline Constantly rearranging burdens, all enshrined Still I find, I lack the fortitude of character To decide if I have the attitude of an actor A disaster as my sub conscience searches for a new master I plaster my face everywhere, have you seen me? The faster my pace, here and there, I get
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The Poet, Logic and Reason
One word philosophy A poet is what he had to be And typically, the veil is thin enough to see The geography mapped across arms atrophied By time at sea up a river without a paddle With thoughts addled, too tired to straddle the saddle Of salvation from an inner battle where the complex prattles on About forgone conclusions and bygone delusions An archetypal contusion that ruins the illusion Of a drowned ego Reason being the widow of Logic with legs akimbo Waiting for understanding to arouse her passion But an ashen soul doesn't have enough blood to ration On such a wanton action So with match in hand she gets burned Unlike a p
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I Am, Mechanical
Clinging to a cosmetic aesthetic Remaining unapologetic Until they finally get it A synthetic poetic prophet Using an emetic of the mouth to make a profit I got it, I Am mechanical A whimsical construct, yet so tyrannical Who solely conducts business with the puritanical Shackled to a tabernacle filled with cackling jackals Under an attack of con science Standing in defiance of the reliance on idolatry Just not glad to be the epitome of apathy When giving the eulogy of a prodigy Who never got to see the new reality Born from their ingenuity Torn away now to face ambiguity And pay the collector of soul's annuity A proctor, of sorts Spin docto
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Two sides
Thoughts are swirling, a whirlwind of chemical reactions In my mind images twirling, impulses can't get traction A whole fractured into a fration hurling sterling Understandings at warp speed I feel the need to sate my curiosity By slaking my thirst with blasphemy Waking once again to sounds of agony Is it a comedy or a tradgedy When one is not glad to be lost in the halls of their own mind No matter how ill defined or poorly designed One should still be inclined to take that swan dive Into the gray matter confined to their own head Instead, I seek to peel back the rind, not leaving myself dead That would be unkind, I find it's e
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Medicine Man
I'm a medicine man with your life's blood on my hands Show you where I stand, using it to make my list of demands Commandments, that are heaven sent, drawn across my body One knee bent, left to lament God's dichotomy The creator's duality Creation's mind warped, full frontal lobotomy Wrap your mind around this, A galaxy dwelling within your fist Converse with open palm releasing the life that you miss Back into the universe And let it traverse the open planes Breaking the curse of the completely sane Coercing the brain with a harmonic verse Making it reverse and speak succinctly of the pain Of an adverse strain stemming from the chronic, perv
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Continuous Flow
Elementary school drop out side Splitting wood chopper ride The lightning flash photography Class clown around the rosie Cheek bone head's up state License the advent of fated Meeting place of worship False God's mix up A creek without a paddle Down streaming music ensemble Cast in iron will you Explain what you drew The conclusion of the story Of my life risked daily Mail carrier of disease Ridden hard sell your soul please Stand by your mankind Of a big deal of a lifetime Of your life's working class Hero of our storied past
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Drunken Clarity
Presented with an idea to fight fear Made clear by broken beers and shattered everclear Drunken dreams the drunken master sings and scream and bring Inebriated clarity Truth found through beer goggles Blurry models of future intoxicated hovels Cutting your knees on broken bottles Left to grovel Before the gods of hops and barley Trying to parley a true love The kind only found in substance-less bars and clubs While the DJ spins like S and M, Mastering the subs Dubbed the king of excess, when challenged His efforts are re-dubbed Not caring if he seems sexist Not that the ladies mind they eat it up like licorice And hard rock
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Descent
What the eye beholds is irrelevant When the "I" withholds evidence It's evident that beauty doesn't matter When the once elegant mind is left in tatters All loveliness shatters When you're more scatter brained than the mad hatter But at least he was wise in his madness So, tell me, why is a raven like a writing desk? I don't know, but figuring it out is like fighting death Bereft of my once deft wit by the theft of my heart I split apart and grit my teeth trying to impart Legit grammatical art fit enough to outsmart A misfit upstart halfwit who tries to bogart My moonlit sweetheart and refit her spirit to that of a tart I cannot
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Have You Seen Me?
However, forever isn't enough time Whatever the weather I'm still stuck in a snow blind Can't decide whether I'm clever enough to seem unkind Trying to sever the tether between my heart and mind I wonder, is it better to measure what I lack inside? My pride abused and misused once caught in the tide Of an ever-changing perception of my moral outline Constantly rearranging burdens, all enshrined Still I find, I lack the fortitude of character To decide if I have the attitude of an actor A disaster as my sub conscience searches for a new master I plaster my face everywhere, have you seen me? The faster my pace, here and there, I get
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The Poet, Logic and Reason
One word philosophy A poet is what he had to be And typically, the veil is thin enough to see The geography mapped across arms atrophied By time at sea up a river without a paddle With thoughts addled, too tired to straddle the saddle Of salvation from an inner battle where the complex prattles on About forgone conclusions and bygone delusions An archetypal contusion that ruins the illusion Of a drowned ego Reason being the widow of Logic with legs akimbo Waiting for understanding to arouse her passion But an ashen soul doesn't have enough blood to ration On such a wanton action So with match in hand she gets burned Unlike a p
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I Am, Mechanical
Clinging to a cosmetic aesthetic Remaining unapologetic Until they finally get it A synthetic poetic prophet Using an emetic of the mouth to make a profit I got it, I Am mechanical A whimsical construct, yet so tyrannical Who solely conducts business with the puritanical Shackled to a tabernacle filled with cackling jackals Under an attack of con science Standing in defiance of the reliance on idolatry Just not glad to be the epitome of apathy When giving the eulogy of a prodigy Who never got to see the new reality Born from their ingenuity Torn away now to face ambiguity And pay the collector of soul's annuity A proctor, of sorts Spin docto
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Two sides
Thoughts are swirling, a whirlwind of chemical reactions In my mind images twirling, impulses can't get traction A whole fractured into a fration hurling sterling Understandings at warp speed I feel the need to sate my curiosity By slaking my thirst with blasphemy Waking once again to sounds of agony Is it a comedy or a tradgedy When one is not glad to be lost in the halls of their own mind No matter how ill defined or poorly designed One should still be inclined to take that swan dive Into the gray matter confined to their own head Instead, I seek to peel back the rind, not leaving myself dead That would be unkind, I find it's e
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Searching
Searching for the words in a former clarity No matter what you've heard nothing's meant to be It's absurd to cling to an epiphany A broken dynasty with crumbled walls Ozymandias had some pretty big balls Leaving a legacy of shattered halls But everything dies, all is destroyed Leaving all advice, in the end, null and void Technologically splice, become an android But still the tissue rots and the metal rusts It's a non-issue when it's still ashes to ashes dust to dust And I trust that it'll never be enough To clutch the stuff that dreams are made of And crush it down to a fine powder Get a rush snorting it, thoughs get louder L
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Cemetery Angels
She stands alone, Her arms frozen in an embrace that will never see warmth. Her pale face, ashen in any weather As she stands firm and braced against any assault. Long ago, she had a smile, But now, it's worn away into a grove where her mouth had once been. Her feet are anchored deep in the ground as she watches him sleep Day in Day out. Eventually, the trees die Yet she is still standing, Strong and tall. Among the fallen maidens she had once known. Angelia, Maria, Rosa, Bernadette, All smashed upon the ground where their protected souls lay, In slumber and in death. She is the last left standing, The cemetery her kingdom,
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Shadows Play a Stronger Game
An eagle circles overhead Again this morning, crying black And lurid things, another dead Mouse caught a-talon—body slack And strung up by its feet—but she, Alone on her front porch, a tea In hand (it's scent lost on the air) And sickness pungent on her palloured Brow, ignores the skies. She wears Her worry like a badge of valour, Endures the sympathetic gazes Of mice and passersby alike, As eagles gouge her chest for spaces In which to build their nests; she'll strike A match to light a candle, watch It as it burns against the day, The barest flicker—shadows play A stronger game, she thinks. Not much Can s
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I can't seem to find my old lit chat haunts. Can anyone tell me where all the cool writers go to converse? Also, I have new stuff in my gallery for the first time in two years. You should check it out. ^_^
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Yarly. For those that actually remember me, I'm back.
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Wasn't planning on posting anything, but I can't be arsed to figure out how to send messages to more than one person and I'm certainly not going to go through everyone's page, so here it is. I'm gone.  I won't be on anymore in any capacity. I need to get myself together, then once I've done that, I need to maintain. I have an addictive personality so when I find a distraction of some sort, I end up not being able to tear myself from it and it causes a number of problems. DA is one such thing. To those of you that have been there for me, thank you very much. It means the world to me. I would say you could catch me on a messenger, but I don'
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Happy birthday M&M! :party::cake::hug:
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