half human

 

full moon day  

done the american way  

flags crack like bones in a breeze  

something hit the moon on the fourth of July  

not a rocket, not a dream—just a quiet goodbye  

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half way back

 there comes a time in your life when simply trying to write about  feelings  just doesn't cut it anymore.

 an assessment is needed so I'll first try to find out what

I still possess

after everything's been burned to ash

  "state your goals and execute."

My personality dictates working the hands slowly to build dreams

at least that's how it was until now.

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4 secrets

It's life like

waking up to the sky

 drum  pounding 

  to  the fierce 

flames of desire

unlike being committed 

and told there is no escape.

that everything's lost because  

of the facts they all live by

"you need to " stop looking at non rhyme as a fragmentation,    

cliff hanger,

or falling petals set in the context of a conversation about time's inaccuracies.

We are a delicate spine snapped in two

 A grace lost falling head first and a

Juliet who sees our death as temporary

I look up to you 

not only when the wind picks you up

.

 

 

'till i forget

hyper exhilarating forms 

stand patient

frozen partial plain   

  resembling a friend's body

 cold  wave   pulse 

the weight of sleep in

kissed broken installments

settling the migrant birds

 winter: un angelic industrial

you can feel your face but it can't feel you.

hyper resonant man

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