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Random Poem:

Soft days
liqsunshine

* I’m on my time with everyone—
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Now two years to the day—
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Since the ambulance ride and cameras,
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Broken mirrors—
 4
 
 
élan vital! je m'en fous!
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The unraveling of a soul—
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bound by trophies and leashed to adrenaline
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captured on a patrol car camera
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such a strange envoi—
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unintelligible rants stir only the afflicted
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only those who’ve yet to succumb to reality—that absurd morpheme
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existing only to inveigle and divide
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the curtain call—now left behind
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players play but part time,
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but I—
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such victims of our feral tragedy remain among the dead
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but nature will have our revenge—
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as such a crime to break a soul recoils
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time will sift the chaff of words
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so only the pure may resonate
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and nurse the wounded of the fight;
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with morning dew and invital  sun
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Slowly redeeming themselves.
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this time—the tide churning sand,
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massaging into the mists of memory
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the pains of that burlesque burnout so deeply branded
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equilibrium prevails—reborn
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Quiet—
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now only the moon has eyes
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As divine to share the sight
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of HD-LCD spring showers—the metronome
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(rapping on my tin roof)
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Baby shag fields—
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( a glistening, bosky-green oracle)
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Like the old coloured man
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with the sunlight for a smile
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a sobering retreat—
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soft days  in aged rocking chairs—
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That favorite coffee stained mug
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(held close with two hands)
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days go by—
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[that soft amber filter]
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milky soft-beaten cotton—
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nestles my face (the breasts of my envisioned Venus)
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as shredded down rains from the ceiling
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• slowly close my eyes
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• fall back onto the mattress
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to the rhythm of my grandmother,
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stirring chicken soup
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