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très bizarre


it’s not easy for any of us
and yet we proceed
as if everything is peachy

it’s a face that you wear
like a past familiarity
known before birth
saying you belong here
but then—out of nowhere
once your eyes
are again wide open
—complete abandonment

it’s hard to say what you mean
as you easily proceed
from one bizarre moment
to the next





june two thousand twenty-two
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Preparing for a New Day

            with a nod to Sylvia Plath

With terrible intensity
I am again
drawn into the fray
impossible to distinguish
reality from the day to day
as if I should know
what’s considered normal
versus the outer worldly

You’ve been there before
if you recall
crawling out of your skin
on a Sunday morning
dealing with a reality
constantly changing
reminding you that living
is only the beginning





may two thousand twenty-two
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the rookie


it’s a complicated thing
trying to live in the past
whether it be via memories
or physical reality itself

the theory of experience
is like a bulletproof vest
hanging on the door hook

next time you’ll probably
take it with you

if there is a next time





march two thousand twenty-two
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living in this necessary evil


there is this reality
that we don’t know about
other than through dreams
and from there
we are left in the dark

inside the matrix
is another form of reality
one we rarely get a glimpse of
maybe by way of a dream
inside of a nightmare

it’s like that window
or that mirror
replicating itself ad infinitum
possessing you without question
taking to all the places
you’ve known throughout
the course of human history

in the meantime
(and for some unknown reason)
this present day reality
remains a necessary evil





november two thousand twenty-one
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crawling in my skin


what will become of me
on those dark cold nights
not knowing if I’m
sound asleep
or walking on thin air

the air outside is oh so cold
and the wind
oh the wind she is wicked
knocking on my door
at all hours of the night

there is a fine line
between sublime identities
& newfound realities
the kind you are likely to find
crawling toward the light




november two thousand twenty
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by the time spring arrived reality set in


the king’s inner circle sent away men on horseback
to sow the seeds of forgiveness

it was the first of its kind and unbiased officials say
they are planting courageous ideas

before winter set in the horsemen sought comfort
slightly below the earth’s surface
solving religious conflict through peaceful uprisings



april two thousand seventeen
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Rewriting the Universe

by Daniella Sciuto & J Matthew Waters

I drew these lines ages ago without
understanding the consequences
and my desire to protect them
weakened as time wore on

I sketched these images
fast frenetic murals on the wall
portraying all my doubts
concerning this world
and myself
and then I lived on
each day passing by
these lines remained unchanged
concealed by a thin layer of imagination

I crossed the line into a new
form of reality
regaining my strength by
becoming one with creation
drawn across the land
yet the pull of these lines
that basis of all
beyond the veil of life
influenced everything
no matter how much I whitewashed
my tabula rasa was not pure
and I found myself
redrawing the lines
found myself starting all over again

this is how it both
ends and begins
with poetry written
rewritten and rewritten again
layers upon meanings
upon words
with us forever
redrawing the lines
starting all over again
whilst the ghosts of poems past
influence everything





september two thousand fourteenl
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in and out of reality


I crawled out of my skin
and curled into a ball
allowed the wind to kick me
down an endless winding road

along the way I witnessed
invisible claws dig
deep inside an open field
uncovering ancient treasures

as diamonds gradually
overwhelmed the sky
I unfurled my mind and
surrendered my spirit
to the next reality



november two thousand thirteen
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