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you know how it go(freeform)

pull out thre trigger u know how it go 

call up lil leek cuz he still got that 4

when I'm down bad I do not got nopbody

release all my problems when I drink this bottle 

still fucking hoes man I just fucked this model 

nobody know about all of my problems 

call up tequila u know she gon solve it 

I wanna stop drinking but I got nobody 

I try to reach out but they always dec...

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Pillars of Creation

Looking out to look inside
I see you both
the pillars of creation
above me, before me
deft hands
painting me into existence
with hands of love

Across all time
beyond the sky
my gratitude expands eternally
into a space that doesn’t yet exist
hand above my heart
your two hearts all over my art
the hands of love

Should you ever leave
you’ll never leave me
the pillars of creation
...

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baggage claim.

The words that come out of my mouth
Sometimes they just fall out
And I can't tell if they really belong to me

Sometimes I hear my voice
Because my mind gives me no choice
But to say all these things I don't really believe

The baggage claim has my name
Written all over it
What a shame I lost the game
Before I had the chance to blow it 

He never felt the need
To check for monsters b...

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The Almost Child

I remember exactly the spot

the place I sat

when she told me

I remember the cooling coffee

forgotten

when I was told

I remember the uncertainty

in her voice

when she told me

but

I remember how I smiled

the joy I felt

when I first knew

my almost son

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PRECIOUS PARENTS

From A to Z,

And from zero to infinity.

You feed me with education everyday.

Holding my hands,

You guide me to get my hands,

On my handwriting copy tracks.

 

Singing the rhymes together,

I start to open my mouth

With you, Teacher.

 

By your class and homeworks,

And checking them with red pen.

You edited my mistakes.

Your stick and sit-ups,

I loathe, but...

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Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?

In that first perfect summer, that summer of love

when rifles bloomed and we turned on

and so nearly dropped out

in that year we met

and in the sun

we loved

despite clouds

that threatened us

and sought to break our love

a sad weight of parental love turned on

our first perfect summer, our first summer of love

In that first perfect summer, that summer of love

whe...

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The Young Lovers

Their voices harshly clash

and will not lie calmly

or rest in our ears

in peace

 

They rise loud over all else

and do not fall to our key

but strike out at us

in dissonance

 

Our song is raised joyously

and the harmonies sing

of the love we know

in concert

 

We have our air so their words

smash and fall to the ground

they do not stay in sight

o...

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The Future

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a week ago 

a professor asked me 

what i wanted to do with my life, 

the quesiton caught me wrong-footed; 

two decades ago

learning to walk, 

a decade ago 

learning my body, 

5 years ago 

discovering love,

3 years ago,

accepting my body

a month ago,

accepting who i am 

and now? 

thrust into the unknown,

an oblivion that teases me;

infinite doors t...

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The Close

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Grey bin days

Ash spilling

Sparking

From beneath

Buckled

Loose-fitting metal lids

Carried back- breakingly

To the monstrous wagon

Limping it’s way

Around the close

Like a club-footed relic
 

 

Behind the chipped

Leaded glass of number thirteen

A terrible gargoylian face

Pressed up close

Stares out

Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...

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Girl in the Spotty Dress

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Little girl in the spotty frock, 

Did she love you then or not?

 

What did you do to make it change?

Why were you so very strange?

Why did you not do as you're told? 

Always needed an extra scold. 

Never behaved at home or school,

Always the one who acts the fool. 

Never able to conform,

Always the one full of scorn.

 

Still the girl in the spotty frock?

Does...

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Caravan holiday

Away from the city

The town

It's 'nice' districts

And 'not so nice'

Is where I find you

And Dad

Even though you've been gone

For over a decade.

 

You'd rummage round the big market

in Fleetwood

Drink tea, coffee

Toasted teacakes

From a local cafe

Staffed by friendly ladies

With time on their hands

Got up to look like maids 

In an old Victorian cou...

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He's there

1.He’s there

He's there
He's always there
Good or bad,
usually bad
He's there

He's there
Patient as ever
Sees the good,
the bad and the ugly
He's there

He's there
Do I deserve him?
Never
What if he wasn't there?
But, he's there

He's there
I am nowhere
wandering in the dark
Do I appreciate it?
Not enough, but he's there

He's there
No idea
Why he hasn't
given up by ...

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The Making Of A Worker

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The Making Of A Worker.

 

The lorry tips its rubble

On the road outside our house,

the privet hedge engulfed

in a primordial cloud of dust,

it drives away in chugging glee

having spilled its heavy load

and we stand and watch it go

as the carbon mountain settles.

 

The sergeant-major father

barks his orders at the troops

and our little hands clasp tight

the...

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My parents

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From one end of this life to the other

I will always need my Father and Mother

The roads I have gone and things I have seen

Without them who knows where I would have been

Available to solve anything I don’t understand

Always here to give me a helping hand

 

For all my years I have always needed them

Giving all their support from AM to PM

Reading awesome bedtime stories t...

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Quoth Both

 

My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house

And grief introduced itself

 

Melancholic and wounded

It hunched in the corner of the room

She fed him her loving eyes

Bread in tweezers

And named him Poe

 

Then this sanctuary

Took him

She phoned every night

He was mending well and with the magpies...

He was in the biggest aviary...

He was set free.

But w...

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