it’s complicated
how the days pass by like years
slowly becoming
as old as the moon
dying
at the end
of its final phase
brand new shadows
appear from the faintest of light
light that speeds
past corners
zeroing in on
a present
that recently existed
september two thousand twenty-two
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living in the present
yes I get that who doesn’t
taking in the sights and sounds
as if you’re seeing the world
around you each and every day
for the very first time
but alas what challenges
the present creates
especially when piecing
together past and future events
defining and redefining
perceptions and realities
not to mention those ever elusive
dream interpretations
so here you are sitting
at an outdoor cafe
alone or perhaps with a
real or imagined friend
living in the moment as they say
never pulling back or pushing forward
somehow knowing every single word
to every single song streaming
out into the open air
april two thousand nineteen
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summer has never been so close
knocking hard
loud and clear like a thunderclap
if you didn’t hear that
you may as well be deaf
I murmured
but there was nobody around
to absorb my spoken words
except for nightbirds and spiders
and hackers inside my laptop
there are many weeds needing
pulling and much soil needing turning
I keep telling myself
but in the middle of the night
none of that is occurring
at least not in real time
come monday morning nobody
may remember exactly what transpired
whether it be a history rewritten
or saplings thriving free of gasoline
june two thousand seventeen
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unlocked
she turned the handle and
let herself in
supplanting footsteps
left ages ago
when she could barely breathe
standing tall in the landing
she listened for her
heartbeat barely audible
down the hallway
eyes looking waywardly
as shoulders effortlessly
let go the knapsack
unashamed
she stepped forward
and further into the past
kicking every single ghost
trying to settle back in
january two thousand fourteen
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self-inflicted physical pain
is nothing compared to
once abandoned realities
appearing out of the thinnest of air
unfurling into razor-sharp focus
and leaving you crippled
and crying
and praying for the comfort
of that long lost world
inside a world
inside a world
inside a world
july two thousand thirteen
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I entered the world
like a flower blooming
an experience blocked
from a memory dying
to understand
how the subliminal past
led me to this time
where I beget the pistil
and the petal
’embryo’ youtube video
november two thousand twelve
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