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i was having
such a good dream
why'd you have to
go and wake me.
i was dreaming
that my life was just
how i want it to be.
***
"Question//Marks"
who knew
you
did we see
could you tell
judge
how bout it
goin' up
what
ever
is that it
how come
did you see
could we tell
hope
panic
now
why
oh
***
although
superficial
fragments
leave you
and something
inside burns,
you remain.
you have
laid down
here before.
sorry, i
could do
no more.
***
"circulation"
bordering on love and
loneliness, my heart,
a cluster of unmotivated
connections and
clogged arteries, yearns.
no comfort.
no assurance.
"one more beer should do it."
loneliness begets loneliness,
and my gut is twisting, and
confused. empty. hollow.
hallowed be my love?
and squandered,
and wasted.
completely in vain?
i cried today, but not
for you.
man the borders!
***
"Time Changes"
Time flies
Time gives and
takes away, love.
But be not doleful.
A fellowship, broken,
Time may still heal.
The fire, yet,
may burn again.
Time changes minds
and hearts, makes
fools of us, love.
But be not doleful.
***
"Transitions"
moment's fleeting.
two more, please?
or however many you can spare.
your faces flash before me.
both of them, love.
why do you hide?
is your past too harsh to bare?
who are you, stranger?
i know your name.
-i like the misfit on your chest.
--i made it myself.
---do you have another cigarette?
-only when i'm at my best.
the overlapping images
do not match.
both show kindness.
one shows hope.
one is weary of me.
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remember when?
05:21
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"Color Myself, a Mixture"
Coming from the ocean with
salt inside my hands.
Common misperceptions where the
water meets the land.
The sharks teeth are avoiding the
old and searching man.
His feet, they are sinking in the sand
on which he stands.
Bothered by the sorrows of his years.
Buried in the salt of his tears,
preserving.
Coloring my world with pastels and
bold markers, black.
Collecting remnants on my fingertips; and
wiping sweat from my brow, I color myself,
a mixture.
A bold line smeared to fading beauty.
***
"My (Hallucinogenic) Ideal"
proven
to be
ineffective.
indulgent.
(fixations on
perfection of
formation--
a collection
of atoms)
delusional
obstructions
(exquisite,
bluffing
sand traps)
obscure my
composure until
i can not keep
it.
***
hello?
is it you
who dabbles in
mysticism and
dreams with
deeply shaded
backdrops?
your frequency
makes me nauseous.
hello?
is it you
who is changing
the scene?
that
scares me?
hello...
is it you
who presents
faces
false clouds and
deranged ornaments?
where
are you from?
some other
place?
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past palpitations
09:28
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"misremembered"
i didn't want to
dim the lights,
say anything
at all
nor blink and
chance missing
a sight.
my honesty
was taken from me.
my throat spoke
of misguided
flashes.
i fell asleep
at some point
but did not dream.
***
"Mournings"
come here --
your hands are
dry, and your
legs are sore
and red
-- near me.
mornings lost
to rain are
revived in your
glance and
your brutal
kisses.
mockingly
overwhelmed;
you never
knew me.
i wanted
to know
why.
***
"a Pop Song (without your name)"
i kept my heart
in my chest
it needed a rest.
it was a very comfy
place to hide
until you found
your way inside.
but we don't even
get along that well
and we don't talk
'til our tongues swell
***
"Daydream"
- I wish that I
could fall asleep.
-- But, then what would make
your life worth livin’?
- No need for an alibi.
No promises to keep.
-- Well, how ‘bout a smoke?
a bottle of gin?
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time changes (the end)
03:34
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"Time Changes"
Time flies
Time gives and
takes away, love.
But be not doleful.
A fellowship, broken,
Time may still heal.
The fire, yet,
may burn again.
Time changes minds
and hearts, makes
fools of us, love.
But be not doleful.
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charlie shuck Jacksonville, Florida
a poet and songwriter from jacksonville, florida.
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