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My soul sister,

I see you suffering, and I wish there was something I could do for you.
I witness your pain, and my own heart aches.
I see you spiraling, faster each day; downward motion to nowhere land.
I wonder who’ll be waiting when you reach the end.
Unsure what led you to this path; you no longer walk, [...]

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Internal hard drive

Something about that
Penetrating gaze
Of his
As if
He’s looking
Right through
Studying the
Surface
Reading the
Expression
While searching
The cause
Within
Snickering at
The display
Emotions painted
On face
Knowing
What lingers
Inside
Certain of
Himself
Too much so
Some times
Just smile
And nod
Let it go
He strolls
In and out
Watching the
Show
Flowing like
Water
A river to
The sea
The Zen in
My path
In a place
Gone mad
Sunshine
That lights
Those dark
Days

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Ovation

She waits
Wonders
Pines
For love lost
Just as we
All did
The same
Love
The same
Lies
Differing his pain
His troubled past
To fit each
Woman
And circumstance
Depending
On what he
Needed
Or knew he could
Take from them
I offered up the
Group of support
Gathered in the
Wings
Patiently waiting
For her to
Walk off the
Stage
She isn’t yet
Ready
Still believing
He is
Who he
Says

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Absinthe Wishes and Lithium Dreams

He wanders aimlessly through worlds of destruction; mist colored mountains, too blinded to see. A victim of self-induced misfortune, an inflicter of pain. Endless. Eternal. Walking through the flames, wearing the scars like badges of honor; baptisms of fire consecrated in vain.
Infinite lifetimes spent. Second-hand knowledge attained. Wasted on this tortured mind; soul hollowed eons [...]

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Wasted away

Years spent. Surrounded by his hatred. Wasted. Euphoric highs one minute, terrifying lows the next. Wondering too often if I’d make it out alive; or simply drown in the shallows of his dysfunction; his sickness; his disease. Refusing treatment, medicating with reefer; to make the world a better place.
It wasn’t the world gone wrong, but [...]

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Akin

…and so I was reminded, that each of them had suffered; in various ways and to differing degrees of agony and pain. Infected with a unique version of the strand, but the same virus nonetheless…

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Captured moment

Cluster of blue
Drifting
A rainy grey
Backdrop
Traffic at a
Standstill
Three lanes
Wide
Following its
Motion
While forced
To sit
Idle
Watching
Wondering
The cause of
Celebration
Birthday
Anniversary
Farewell
Hello
Are they floating
Deliberate
Let loose to
The sky
Happy to
Watch
In mind-numbing
Madness
As they drift
Past my
Window
No matter
Their cause

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Gripping numbness

I remember those winters well; when the world turns a negative shade of grey, the suns vibrance diminishes to a bright, blinding white and the cold wraps around and holds you hostage. Seemingly surrounded by death at best; as depression settles deep within the confines of my soul; futile attempts, searching for a way out; [...]

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The Hyena

It wasn’t his
Voice
Finally found
After fifty years
Of living
Dead
It was his
Imitation skills
Finely tuned
Honed
Down pat
Poetry, prose
Letters and
Madness
No original
Thought
Merely mimicking
Bukowski’s style
The scruples
Morals
By which he
Lives his
Life
Memorized passages
Dog-eared
Pages
Following
A script
Assuming a
Personal role
Worse than
Any
Fictional whore
Tinkering with
Lives
Pissing on
Souls
Watching emotionless
Counting the
Score
Take it off
The shelf
Read it once
More
Soulless bastard
Thinks he’s
Hank Chinaski

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