Poetry Blog by MNtality

Jail Writings* (letters to self)

-I dreamt that I woke up in someone else's bunk bed. under the mat I found an array of knives, shanks and "evil" shrine material wrapped up in a mess. Guards dress me like a doll. I guess they found me at virginia avenue in minneapolis. not knowing why is the worst, especially because you were there. drunken idiot.

-even time to waste i...

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Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 am

the Dark Side to each other's Moon

12/1/12

Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The motive behind the pen.

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Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? The reality I belong to ...

Monday 25th March 2013 5:06 am

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Stay Positive

The hand reached into the pocket and pulled out lint. Expecting the worst, the lint was a better gift than anticipated. A cop asked me if there are any sharp objects she should know about, I say, "no", knowing that I have dirty tricks up my sleeve. I am arrested. It could always have been worse. So could I. But here I am. Jail Cell. Alone. No friends close. No bail. Alone. Surrounded by humans ...

Monday 3rd September 2012 7:29 pm

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Pixie / Minnie / Asia

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It's a very sad day when a Loved one dies

human or animal we all only have one life

so we gotta live it up for the ones that pass

too the fullest on this earth is what I'm aiming at.

So let's up those downs and make the bad more better.

Even if you're feeling like shit or rained on by bad weather

you can overcome the end of this glitch called living

by cooking up you...

Monday 20th August 2012 5:44 pm

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Lydia

I met a woman at the Blue Nile.

Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...

Monday 23rd July 2012 7:58 am

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storm chaser

The clouds of your storm are filled with lollipops and pounding thoughts.

Raining on sad clowns, you turn frowns upside down.

Your lightning creates a sound soothing to the crown.

Your image, as an imprint in the sky, never disappears from our mind.

The weather makes us feel better…incredible sensations!

Yeah, we see you over there laughing at your own creations.

I...

Monday 18th June 2012 7:53 am

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Walkin' Life

everyday through the trudges.

A walkin' life is a life I live.

Two feet propel me from one place to the next.

Alone under the fluorescent moon.

Street lamps illuminate my cold.

Hydration is my early morning dew drops.

My toes are the grass with roots that connect me to the Earth's core.

My shins are the beanstocks that present me to the Sun.

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Wednesday 6th June 2012 12:16 am

I'm For It (pre-chorus)

Crooked spines means a lot of questions remain

White lines sniffed by the babies going insane

Bed time for the little people on the train

Tracked out thoughts for every engineer's brain

Amtrak, east coast bound, New York and Maine

Subway transit as we underground the plain

Mountaintop mudslide slippin' down the drain

Rollin' with the cockroaches in dirt, flying with ...

Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:54 pm

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One

This is the shell

I am only Human

So is he

So is she

Exploited Now.

Comprehension wants to know something of the perception.

I am not perfect

The devil strives for perfection.

What do we have to do

Who tested you?

They've been watching me ever since.

Capable of being alive.

Spiritually I am visiting you.

I am jumping around the universe from p...

Friday 1st June 2012 8:42 pm

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Go There Get There Under Sheets

Sex. Done it. A few times shorter than a moments passed. Come Quick. Newsflash! This just in...soon to be old news. Start practicing stamina, duration, length, self control and persistence. Sexual Human Beings. We are so sexual in every way. Try and stay away. Too tempting. Too hot. Too arousing. Too wet. Too slippery. Too dangerous. Butt, If it's with "the one" it'll be Too kool, Far out, groo...

Monday 28th May 2012 4:50 pm

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Duties

Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...

Tuesday 22nd May 2012 5:46 pm

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We Miss You

Dear Jimbo,

On this day you left.

The Earth could no longer handle your grace, for this world can be an ugly place.

We couldn't handle your departure by ourselves. You showed us that we still have each other and that family is more than we were allowing it to be. Some of us will recoil and shrink. We look at them and we think about growth, our own extra terrestrial face as universal...