The Nobody with the Chance to be a Hero to Somebody

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Contained with—

         In jury duty

Pain emanates

         From routes

Un honed

Armor-piercing.

Ear-shattering

A small incision

Just below

The line of sight…

Obstinate jailer

Pacing up a floor routine

Dangling freedom

About—watching as salvation

Steals from his unsteadiness—

Easily seen, and playable if so deemed—

His naivety

Ignorance…you’re the biggest thing to cross his page

                  A full context ad, in a world where the best

                  Has always been a passing byline or two

                  Sweat billows upon each the points…”don’t screw this up, don’t be that guy, just play it cool, wait for the cavalry to return, and take this guy away…”

                           “HEY…doesn’t it seem strange…”

“Ignore him…just trying to get in your head…stay focused….don’t be the fool…don’t be tricked”

                           “I’m innocent…I’m being set up…and you’re the patsy…the perfect nobody…not my words…but I’m sure the one’s you’ve thought over and over again…and guess what….they know it too….you’ll get a call…very soon if I’m close here…it’ll say something to the effect of….”

         “Shut UP…damn it….I said be quiet…”

Pools freely flow

Drainage ditches rutting down the carotid, spreading quickly beneath the uniform…

                           “Well…hey…I get it…really…I do…this is the break you’ve been praying for…dreaming of…ain’t it at least the tiniest bit odd though…that a bolo goes out…a vague description…White Male…Late 20’s to mid 40’s…no hair color…no additional features…kind of odd too, isn’t it…how such a major criminal I am…and they can’t or don’t even include the fact I have shoulder length hair and an extremely full beard…perhaps it’s just me…but I think those descriptions would’ve been added…don’t you…you seem like a fairly intelligent guy…kind of makes you wonder at least right?  

         “Just you…just shut up…let me think…no more out of you…”

                           “Hey, I get it…don’t let ethics or something so minor as due diligence get in the way now…no, and then, what are the odds…that the bolo goes out at 3:00pm from…. and at 3:30 I’m getting picked up here…when we’re at least 2 hours away from….”

Instigating morality from a robust crypt

         Options are limited; yet trip the switch we often must

                  Demand more information, additional data to bolster the claim…if not, then why…please…some details must be obtained…some conveniences have to be explained….

Open ended…. the way every story…ever play…finishes…when you cut away…

Unrefined Opinions

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An indentation fixed upon

Those spliced agendas

         Too often ignored

By salutations bred in happenstance,

An uneasy gullet appears, stirring forth an awkward shuffling of

         Distracted feet

“I think I’ll have Chinese”

“sounds great…ooh, I’m

getting the California roll”

“uhh…ok”

Sometimes it’s best not to offer penance when there is not a scar to erase—

Sometimes it’s best to allow the errors come back naturally, rather than explaining away some insignificance…

Tell that to the Japanese….

Tempura right

Sake

Damn ignorance is like a jackknife into a pool of rocks

But, it’s an offense even the most cautious and

Deliberate must at some time defend—

         Which of course

Does not absolve the responsibility stirred

In restitution’s anti-trust…

         It most certainly doesn’t exonerate one from their bigotry, just because one was born that way, taught that way, only lived a life in an environment as such….for if it did

         Well then we’d wind up with too many jackasses on parade, evil so and so’s dancing about with equality’s severed head dangling from a blood soaked hand—

                                    And all of our disgust will swiftly wipe away with a singular flash of that mentos smile…glimmering in obnoxious pools of blissful unconsciousness

         Only to awake the next sunrise

Wondering where the throbbing brow was first born

         And when the recognition finally sifts the clues together, pasting the picture back to whole…the nausea hits

and overcompensation seems the natural recourse—which

will seem forced, be out of character, out of place—thusly

it’ll seem false—which, of course, it is…not the actions necessarily, but the motives behind them, and I sit here then, wondering, which type of bigotry is worse…

There’s no easy answer

Lengthy deliberation will

undoubtedly paint some foul

corners—and

sometimes, it’s just best

to shut up and seem cold and uncaring—

which, of course, you can write off as being afflicted by demons you’re trying to sort out, or you are going through a bad patch, depression has a hold on you, yadda yadda yadda, and the like, all viable reasons, but those ready to condemn you, don’t care about what got you to where you are, they just want someone, anyone to blame…they want a goat, so once again, they can be reassured when they look in the mirror—

an epiphany delivers

it’s message, loud and clear

         like a drop of blood

                  in a lake so clear….

The Long Wok….of a short peer

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Behold and Lo,

Main, streets strip silt

from foreign lips—refreshing

lost convenience

Snuggling gainst

the wall, where a

deep fried tomb

gathers hot

by approximation,

in combinatory zest

appeal—enough for

many, if shared by

all

Too soon did show

the face of greed’s

remorseful duty

Oil fires firm to

scaled temperament—coveting

clarity, curving

appetite

So many you say?

Lost long where to whom shall fodder find a friend…

And, why is that so?

Precisely because of plethora put plainly…plausible pleas persisting purposely under problematic plains of perplexity…

Surely not so simply—when can one honestly recall facility without a frown,

As to wipe clean the

sauciness of a greasy flagellation—teeming rather ominously gathering

in the sink below?

If not then why, if not why then what, if not what then how, questions

linger in strands so long, that the boiling can only appropriate a section of the man…

When the coma sparks

only pray you now, to know

nutrients seep slow

When the coma sparks

only pray you now, to know

nutrients seep slow

Nutrients seep slow

only pray you to know now

when the coma sparks

Nutrients seep slow

only pray you to know, now

when sparks, the coma

Sizzle…sizzle…sizzle…smell of soy

sizzling, fresh chicken amongst colorful wonderments of a natural field…yummm….Thanks, for having me

over

for

dinner…

Just Beneath the Cage: Internal Conflict & Resolution

I see you see the scarecrow

I see you saw the goat

I see you understand now

I understand you don’t

I see you found the knife fine

I see you’ve hid your throat

I see you stare the mirror

I see you saw right through

I see you shed your coating

I see yours has blistered too

I see why you hate me

I’m so glad you do

Through Inhalation,

I summon air

Through Exhalation,

I make it disappear

two ends of a process

different yet the same

two directions travelled

connected but estranged

I’ve seen you and your glory,

I’ve seen you and all your fame

I’ve seen how you are blamed,

I see in you much shame

I see you expire,

I see you return,

I can’t escape you,

that much I am sure

I’ve seen your attempts at leaving,

I’ve seen you come back to me,

I can’t afford to lose you

for together we are one

I see you love me dearly,

I see your forgiveness, each and every time

I see you as intended,

I see in bone we are the same

I see you always bring the answers

to the questions I’ve yet to name

I see you see the scarecrow,

yet choose not to run away

I see you saw the goat,

yet never chose to boast

I see you understand now

I see something I do

I see you found the knife fine

I see no need,

  to guard yourself from me

I see you stare the mirror,

tell me what you see?

I see what you’ve always shown,

I thought I’d find religion,

but it’s your face I now see

I mirror your reflection,

yet it’s your eyes I now see

returning gaze to me

I see you’ve shed your coating

I see no difference between the two

I see what I’ve always known,

I see how much you love me,

Surfacing from way down deep inside

I’m so glad you can

I’m so glad you do

Through inhalation

 We summon the air

Through exhalation

 We cleanse away impurity,

Accepting each our many sides

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Tension

Walk with me for a while

                                                I hate you more than you could know

Hold my hand and let’s renew our smiles

                                                When you are near, intense violence in me grows

Let our postures erase the present chapter

                                                At first I would cover my own eyes

And remember what it was we were after

                                                Yet persistence refused the reinforcement of those lies

Vividly I recall each touch, every loving stare

                                                A dagger I hide behind me now, the resolution of a damaged heart

Yet every memory we had is undermined by despair

                                                Yet, why is the pain paramount when we part?