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This is a Warrant

This is not a poem

This is a manifesto

A treaty

A mantra

Pass go

Collect $200

Do not go to jail

This is a warrant

for your success

Freeze frame and walk through

unfettered

unbothered

unconcerned

Now, you understand what it really means

to get to the finish line

means to knock everyone out of your way

Sauté

Dodge

Flip

Scramble

Hide

Climb

Smile

when you really want to

explode

implode

ingress

and egress

be done with it all

don’t miss the point

it’s supposed to be like this

and how can you know

who you are

unless you win

Your Thought Never Happened

My manifestations of genuine

feeling

betray me

I say things

I later

regret

but

it’s that life you’re in

no such thing as thick or thin

no such thing as high or low

go slow

it’s gone and you never imagined

it would be

other than

what you did

what you said

what you saw

what you remembered

what it was

a regret is just a memory

poorly imagined

it’s gone

so forget it

or

remember it

as if you couldn’t remember it

because you know

you can’t

do

what you never did

Poetry of Addictions

Feeling you have nothing

to lose because

you feel

you have

nothing

and

anything could be

better

than the nothingness

you feel

too bad to be real

realize that

when loving yourself

conflicts

with wanting to be

loved

or feeling lovely

you sit in seats

and take rides

partying with strangers

who

only know you

as well as you know yourself

in sickness

not in health

wealth is not inside your mind

but your soul

it cannot be fabricated

nor generated

by the perfect thought

or bought and sold

wealth is not bold

it’s calm

indifference feeling

secure

when nothing around you is

not trying to make the outside in

but putting the inside out

without

question

or

performance

wanting to be loved

cannot be

in conflict with

loving yourself

Crying is Passion

Crying is

passion

for life

Feeling is through tears

not skin

Feel the pain

the joy

the loss

the happiness

within

Crying is not a sin

Embrace yours

your feelings

just cause

you want to

just cause

you can

let yourself

go

feel free

grieve

remember

explore from the inside

out

don’t forget to shout

go all out

crying

is

passion

for

life

Iron Butterfly

Ironically

eloquence

comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win

unless

you fly