take attendance, pay attention everyone looks the same on saturday and if i’m thinking backwards that would make sense (we can pull from more sources) keeping up with the jones’ the jones’ catching up with you (one thing leads to the another) it’s not like everyone got the same memo there’s a clean and a dirty version (the same thing twice differently a missed shot, a moon shot, thrifty rifts) different sides of the tracks some people say no to happiness, silently some shout it music filling space, appropriate space, the eventual nature of separation no shocking oscillations, never a stable point… just sleeping all along water left running uninspired, missing batteries stuck within a maze within a maze inside a closed can of worms hoping something will happen, willing something to hope a little freedom, numb free mind functional in a faulty model; an intricate system worked out finding the blend The dizzying effect is just a reminder, a Real look a manageable imbalance, faulty towers fill the gaps follow the clues find your crazy cozy confines, be a bull standing its ground red flag, stop light white flag, be extra nice next time, this is a thinking persons game at the very least appreciate the variety, those songs you can’t Shazam, filler the alternate takes, the hot takes, the composition of compromises imminently linking imminently lacking I think i`m a-ok with the ambiance why speculate when you know what’s going to happen? its what you do w the dips how you draw within margins The Courage to Keep Going into Expansive territory With your thick and thin skin.

this is a move a perpetual poem graffitiing the internet, taking many directions a windy szn, a winding road, cross fading between states always the wind it’s actually that bad out there same calamity, same hilarity something chachy smothered by normal a privileged gawker jam, burning man avoid anyone set in soft lighting you’re not gonna be around forever this tiny negotiation is a ripple, inclement weather just a cascade of ignorance, we’re a long way off yet the problem is our poems are never quite right everybody loves a rags to riches story, but why are there rags in the first place? something is off?! headwinds, head games some people just aren’t built for this the music is stationary, the wailing is wallowing; stuck on heartbreak. lost in the supermarket in and amongst it, grabbing sadness subconsciously sailing in a what’s the point mood, seeking company the salve won’t solve anything thank goodness for saturdays, neutralize, naturalize it, own it let it flood in the writing is on the walls we build around ourselves we’re enrolled indifferent schools of life it’s up to the reader different doors, different experiences privilege.

running a tight ship working Groundhog Day shifts these things say a lot about me about to ski maybe I’ll try a new approach to poetic life it’s a tight squeeze filling obligations some things have to wait some things can’t wait like those talks the constructive ones on valentines day i need wind in my sails to continue this journey friends help family too though in the end it’s up to you who is actually me worn and torn, wearing tears wet, wondering fishing on testing grounds talking with hands, new sensations flashing points, and blind spots I feel myself exploding.

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full of grievances

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hard to remember

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following a path

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cold and familiar

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interstate

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interesting state

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the shape that surrounds me

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wintergreen

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deer by the stream

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i don’t know

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feels like a dream

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every moment

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taking it day by day

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you never really know how fast you’re going

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until you slow down

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review the plot

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the chapters

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elapsed

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many things

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happen

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in reverse

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by chance

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like magic

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it’s hard one way or another

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you can tell by the cadence

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the big coincidences and small coincidences

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the language of silence

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when the moon comes out at night

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many things become apparent

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it’s a different time to be alive

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my parents went about it another way

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stick to basics
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you’ll thank yourself later
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they’ll thank you even later

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it all counts

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landing the plane

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happening again

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the same paranoia

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tiring
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retiring

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actually not a straight line

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forgive me for flailing

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i’m actually not a great swimmer

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not a bus driver either

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you should figure as much

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decent neighborhood

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upbringing a bit of baggage

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claims to the contrary

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my own private pencil

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thoughts to jot down

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underlining causes

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keys words

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clues

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it’s almost Christmas

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and of course
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all the family is here and there

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I don’t hear an anti-boxing day cheer?!

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some books might get burnt

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some pages might get torn out

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leave some bottles

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leave some snacks
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for the man by the railroad tracks

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be very still

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in becoming

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of being

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be all seeing

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always, always

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zoom out

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honestly

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how hard is it?

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speaking with yourself

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sitting with yourself

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don’t mind the audience

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study

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hard

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consider

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a few things

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what can’t be

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reconciled

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what can

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no longer

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be

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recovery is key

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ride it out

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walk it off

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get some rest

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big day

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tmrw

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settle your nerves

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the next big day

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looks

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more challenging

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projects

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projects, projects

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the leaves are changing

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people are changing

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growing

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up

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old

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out of self

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into self

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starting again

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a starring role

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a new rendition

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mint conditioning

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thinking of

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something different

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on a sunday

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mondays aren’t what they used to be

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some days aren’t what they used to be

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mind the hump

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mind the gap

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next

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round

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next lap

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move slower

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don’t be fooled

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by time

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trust your clock

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trust your camera

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time waits

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good things await

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so just wait…

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why build a ladder to climb?

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does it matter this time?

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love is a rebellious bird

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slowly

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rehashing
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the past

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paving

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the future

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nothing is easy

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nothing is that hard

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ride the median

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read the msg

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the writing that isn’t on the wall

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feel up

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feel down

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things change
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quickly

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at times

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keep taking notes

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keep taking pictures

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something will surface

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something unknown

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something sorta known

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make room

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make space

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stand

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the rain

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if you have to

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step in puddles

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AND ALWAYS pet poodles

a road trip a distraction time to rethink business ideas careers Friendships weather the coming storm uphill challenges changes consider side hustles short cuts take long breaks long naps live looong days learn curves curb enthusiasm take the heat family ties familiar grinds county lines takeoff on a journey leave a few things behind before you melt things will sink in fall into a placid place that’s real electric, alive.

Something else comes along then a new thing- ineffable. Pressing all buttons for security, The emotional valves slowly open as the train pulls into the stop Concourse or conclusion? It’s amazing how you can hurt and help with virtually the same words. serpentine charcuterie, or a calm sea, Healing can crawl like a baby, and then you’re a kid again. Just another human on this earth splitting at the bells circling a citadel cutting the bushes you’ve been beating around. a good game, Oxymoronic pain and pleasure, mood ring changing. somatic contradictions for respite. the breeze feels good, A safe stretch of time, Patiently waiting for the universe to unfold… a laundry list of thoughts… clickbait, thigh rubbing overdue balance, erasing the remnants, multitasking.. asking skill testing questions. a we’re having difficulty being day. Frozen, still, rigid, looking at the constellations suddenly afraid to put one foot in froNT of the other, and abide by the guidelines of the nervous system. avoid Building your own Pernicious castle of dubious circumstances. running from the unknown, The invisible things that get to you like snakeskin out of thin air…drive your own bus to transcendence. this is it. wink to the screen if you want Everything, a not nihilism.. It’s too nice out to be tired… The bite is worth it! so many reasons to avoid oblivious fucks, there are Larger Possibilities. Recognize endless, look like infinity, question inception, and cross the road to eternity. unexpected transformations come from answering juicy questions. The place isn’t perfect, but THERE’S A LOT TO CHEW ON and lots of kool aid to drink while you wait. skip the digital indigestion, people are free libraries, make a human chain. Make it easy on the lips, mind the gap, where we might slightly miss each other, living in air quotes, wagering. Your aloneness might be intimidating, but Everything happens off the leash. you’re just Ahead of Season Bursting with flavour, tender stuff, Careful not to step too far forward Feeding the machine Grazing for feelings. THINGS ARE CREATED AT THE GREATEST POINT OF TENSION. PAIN POINTS ARE POSITIVE; THERE’S ALWAYS CALM WITHIN THE CRESCENDO. IT’S A CRAZY THING YOU CAN’T DO MUCH ABOUT AND YOU’RE THE CRAZY ONE YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT. YOU NEVER HAVE ANYONE FIGURED OUT LEAST OF ALL YOURSELF. TRAVEL BY TRAIN AND LISTEN TO YOUR BROKEN RECORD. YOU’RE NOT A LONG WAY AWAY FROM LOVE.

The posh lot always find a way to put ideas in your pocket, and you in a box headed right down Straight down death trap street legs swept from beneath; Pulling flowers from the ground, Scraping the surface of commerce- On the outside looking in, putting a good fuckin sport on, Sitting in idle, auto regulating, Downloading your subconscious, skirting the paranoia, feeling like a rookie lookin for a trophy life.. every swingin dick has a ticket to the shit show Dreaming through another day.. How do you play the game? make each day A perpetual enterprise with a surprise? The iterations something beautiful? Bullshit artists can paint you a masterpiece, but it’s just a masterclass in distraction, You have to imagine what it would be like; Everyday an inch, each inch a mile, private tears and telling yourself good things.. welcoming the sun, your majestic light. Being seen is eternal. When did the good music stop? And why all the yelling? The last time a rose grew here it died, Restless for another realm,Overcast exposure, underlying issues.. you couldn’t have written a sadder story.. Who’s gonna mother these people, who’s going to muzzle the folks. private school bros?! Too many toys; and bad bait…. Question for the panel: What produces worse products capitalism or our egos? “The more you possess the more ego is strengthened; without possessions the ego cannot exist”.
The music has gotta mean something to someone, but it’s Stained with maybes, hampered with have to’s and spin dried why nots, everyone’s got a dim idea, A problem in each pocket, The dark arts work together, following eachother like rnb minute by minute, thigh to thigh, Let’s talk about stressing, Loosening the valve, The just woke jitters, Who isn’t temporary? Yesterday today, an hour ago, a minute ago, this second these words are temporary, maybe at 42 something will hit you; A stage of nice things, A holding pattern, a not that bothered state, Shooting from the hip, Attachment figures swinging from the wrist, You can’t play every song, but the Good ones are timeless, Somewhat available; never fully never not, Sort of a secret, It’s ok to feel insecure about the whole thing; the situation is never not daunting; just ask your elders or anyone who is not yet dead, they’ll help you with the instructions… Someone has the juicy details Based on a little information so /in the end it’s all up to you. Life is…/ You’ll always remember how to plant those flowers… how to shine… THAT’S AS SURE AS FLIES ON SHIT and bbq chicken In your own backyard, U won’t be written out of the story… I shouldn’t have to say that, BUT We have some time to kill, BEFORE WE all DIE HARD… There’s no answers in thE box with the Sleep easy knowers, Some have a little too much choice, This is cinematic edge of your seat stuff, As it should be You’ll wish u lived in this moment, Embracing the stains, aimlessly rolling the dice fighting an acoustic fistfight, breaking out, breaking down the pieces, brawling with the model homes, driving manual AND loosening the scripture. HOW ELSE DO YOU STAY IN THE RACE In a world of speculation where Privilege buys the wrong love and The servers smell of sarcasm? I’d laugh but then I’d start crying. Pay attention and collectively question, and You’ll find when u can’t speak your mind There’s the tendency to tense up, BUT YOU’RE actually at home in the rain, Some days you make the wrong choice, but here’s to Hoping for the next page and Thinking about the Future; loving what you hated at first, Taking rough theories with smooth ones, Cutting out the mood mood Imposter syndrome, The uncomfortable nature of growth Bartering for a piece of self while The world is having words with itself. A net negative in disguise A perfectly plotted demise These are enraging and days This body will decay, (Man throws up in background)There’s been a lot of damage, record the whole thing, life seems to be the case with everyone, They really put the fear of god in em; but each day there will be more found flowers and fruitions. The ones who try, the ones who can stand themselves, are Safe havens; They do exist. The flowers are elusive, The backdrop is cluttered but The search results are never empty. not even half of what’s going on is what’s going on,keep Living on an edge you can’t define, Scene to seen, Certain days, Uncertain days Skipping stones and semantics. Drink water in the dark, sit and skylark Speaking to your strange daily. there are pulmonary wounds by the pound, sold by the dozens but Everyone’s got a hack, an ever so slight sleight of hand if they’re Unwilling to buy the most generic version of the human. You give it your all and It’ll all come along; Something to survive A new sensation. it takes ears to reach maturity, i’ve Thrown in the towel and picked it up again out of sheer boredom, I can see it disintegrating but it’s not disappearing. just Massage the list of miseries for now, keep poetry in motion, the Correct odd choice is out there, Self sabotage is easy, it’s hacking your way back to equilibrium, and avoiding your planned obsolescence that is the tricky part.new directions are rocky rough, Changing the fundamentals, the basics ain’t easy but it’s always good party trick. Life is a long breathing exercise They’ve certainly fooled everyone One unconscious decision to another Apathetic Curiosity A world of wants, I wish, and I could’s; The moment in your life was a moment in your life Past the point of perfection, a standing date.thoughts Point and shoot Panoramically and organically on kodak days Conjuring Multiplicity, A strange trip, and A hefty high,A TBD sequence, the distance we can’t measure the tomorrow we can’t see; Inroads into self, roads apart without, You don’t know what’s in that box but you don’t want to be put in it; you wanna Live life to the bone, find the answers in the struggle , move thru this world differently. habits stick to habits.Age like wine, with Grace don’t let your star fade out, the conditions of the sentence make It possible to complain yourself to death and end with a period but you can make it an exclamation mark! with no lip service, seeing things in a better light, outside the box. discontent addressed.

Bellyaching dastardly weather, gut wrought, A neat knot suffocating in an empty field, Nearby the watering the grass. an epic poem riddled with spelling errors. Speculating again, Roadbumps ahead, Just taking a picture where things intersect grounded in intuition and intellect.Blind shots, A question resolving itself, words revolving around the mouth. You get to see quite a bit here, You can’t ignore the feels like and the sentiments of each season where You do you, whoever that is for whatever reason. A similar episode, AN Ongoing narrative.almost Like What makes this beautiful is invisible, full of Kindred spirits you’d love to meet but can’t provide for; what do you say next? what song do you play next beheading with guns n roses? There’s a lot of addition and subtraction, but once Once you’re in you’re in… Insecurities from miles and miles away are the order of the day. fancy the abyss, the Dark side of the moon. Welcome Conversations, A day in the life damp and Save your light w/o permission, It’s a long jog across the rainbow out of this mess but Don’t sweat what’s been sweated because it’s The deep end or it ends. find happyness even if it’s spelled incorrectly, and listen to the clash playing rudie can’t fail, because you can’t. It takes construction, Music you’ve never heard before. Everyone’s managed to cross the street somehow What’s gonna to happen next? Yesterday is impossible tomorrow is No additional cost, just carly simon dirty work in ob·strep·er·ous weather. we’re only at theory so practice will take some time… Everyone is trying something different, some are Absurdly speaking spoken word, while others are Takin the piss like the rules don’t apply.i’m Just Shy and Looking for pointers, sisters; How is everyday not a birthday when everything is a renaissance of sound and new colors?! the record is spinning in the incomplete,with the warmth of others completing the pictures; every meal feeling like home. Simple pleasures, a value store song.Every Kind of People know it’s not that it’s wrong, it’s just that it’s rushed Reductionism, too much Idle time with the devil u know.maybe Playing my prerogative, too much bobby brown, One bite from being, with those fogged up Dilapidated senses again. mechanically living, idiotically ignoring, dying in plain sight like it doesn’t not mean a thing… These thoughts will visit at peculiar hours,It takes a village to keep em at bay, Theories backs and forth, Calling into question a lot more.. Growth is expensive, and growth is expansive, but it is made to little fanfare.. The conversation always gets deeper, Shaded succinctly day to day. The mood is the mood, but The soundtrack always comes together. One thing leads to another and Mystery awaits, Many wild options many new moons. It only hurts a little to try training wheels again. Pay attention to love, and Keep the fire burning. very slowly, jog along your spectrum carrying your favourite a safety blanket through the purple rain; your own song is acupuncture.think dada thoughts, and lose the Intrusive blues, let the words walk into a morgue and witness their own death. Eat the bad words alive. stay present, play Better Songs, that music in your head, follow that instead. Find the most crooked direction, Psychedelically editing your self cento; Actively asking, constantly confirming.kiss yourself by accident be Travis Tritt on purpose, all about the changes, Nonlinear revolutions , a bit gran·dil·o·quent, a bit misguided, It’s more intriguing to look at things that way… Turning the page in your own way. there’s only one rendition of your song. there’s only one story in your sentence; Sometimes you linger in it sometimes it gets lost in the the economy of words. That says enough but Is it a thing or a thought? the fall is agonizing enough with Different mandates for emancipation. who can resist the temptation to change the tune and weather the weather. New things will flower from this nature insists.