Words of ebony are all I know

Enlightenment

Is the popular goal

To those not chosen

My words are bewildering

But to those with a third eye

My words are a mantra

Experience is what opens thine eyes

I know that love is not

But an operation of chemicals

Fighting to make order out of chaos

A stranger

Yet a seer

I dare not pierce thine heart you see

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My plume is my weapon.

Or pen,

For those modern.

Though its quill is blunt,

My words remain sharp;

All the more bold as a result.

Its fingernail shaft,

Though bent and brittle,

Holds my Grecian grip like a roman palace pillar.

The billowing fibers that protrude outward from its core,

Though tattered and moth-eaten,

Sway regally with the momentum of my hand,

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Why am I wishing you’d come through that door?

My head is scorching and all I want to do is knock your teeth out on a curb.

Staring down the hallway;

You begged me to poke my head out of my room that seemed so far away,

Hardly worth the gander.

Now I sit where you sat,

When you supposedly longed for the slightest glimpse of my face.

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In the middle of a forty day, forty night flood,

You and I jumped into that mighty vessel together.

Two of a kind, you and I, stuck together to change the world.

We redefined potential;

Magnetized what it is to love.

All that we needed was in each other’s eyes.

Sea got choppy;

Flung around the boat we built,

Threatened to overthrow what we’d created.

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Messages run slow through my brain like molasses;

Head full of smoke and my body can’t function.

Heart is at a stand still.

There’s a goddamned infection in my soul,

Making it a struggle to find even the most shallow breath.

Like trying to run away from the boogeyman in a nightmare that seems so real.

Legs are leaden,

And when I open my mouth to shriek,

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There was an awesome jacket at the thrift store,

And you know,

Those ghetto price tags attached by sloppy staples,

The sharp ends,

They just uh, scraped along my wrist, vertically,

As I tried the jacket on.

The bruise?

Oh, um, I was dusting,

And uh, one of the wall decorations fell on my arm.

Believable.

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Positively, I’m full of ions.

Every burned out neurotransmitter laughing hysterically as they fly around in my bleeding skull case.

They’re sick of the sadness.

Mad with grief.

Saturated by your lies.

Confused to hell…

Fuck.

Was everything you ever told me a lie?

Dates and times come to pass, and they don’t match up.

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To observe the smoke swirl;
Pondering, doubting, hating, and a reminder to breathe.
Being reminded to forget.
Cigarettes provide an escape.

When one and all leaves me simmering in utter perplexity,

I know that no one has an answer.

How to tell them:

I’m running again,

That I am weak,

That I’m reaching toward an idle promise.

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I woke up past noon and thought,

“Fuck.”

Six or seven people have walked over, around, and through me since five am.

Make that eight.

You called because I died for a few hours last night, and you didn’t hear from me like you said I would.

Then my phone ended itself mid-mourning.

I mean, like I said you would.

“I was worried about you."

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Wasn’t peeking,

But I read that your mind was your best friend.

Just a title,

But it explained so much.

I believe that the Universe exists in her own festering patterns;

And her people.

I’ve cried the tears of Nefertiti

Like she did when she lost her king and half of her beloved city.

If love cares to evolve with the masses far into the future,

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