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Rose Colored Reality

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Too much reality 
can burn a hole
through your soul.

I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.

With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.

I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all 
an illusion...

created for one purpose

to tell the story
of how we want to 
show up in this world. 

I can see beyond 
resistance,...

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A regeneration

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Reluctantly deciduous,

quivering,

like a naked frightened child. 

 

Limbs stripped bare,

still rooted,

though seasonally defiled.

 

The tree so sad

and faceless,

unnoticed, sheds itself

its twisted trunk left graceless,

 

yet from this is borne its wealth? 

 

And too,

the broken body

defies its shattered shell,

a mind can dwell aloft

though ...

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Domestosterone

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Domestosterone

 

I’m tougher than a brave marine,

in hard-worn battle gear,

all decked out in camouflage.

There’s nothing that I fear.

You may have taken all my mates,

but they were old and weak,

you’ve never met a foe like me -

I’m tough as fucking teak.

 

I laugh at all your vain attempts

to seek out and destroy,

for when I’m in my element

...

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Each Branch I Snap

 

each branch I snap spills
accusations of every broken neck I ever wished
so out of politeness I bow my head
to show the dotted line,
the hemp tattooed severance knot;
that grace, which allows my hands
such time to forsake the face
of saved history
when everyday swings
the way of an ending that wont be changed
the grass, as always, redder
on that...

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