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May 5th, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #112 for Gift Poem for Cynthia Wood

 

My life is a ride now

a skipping stone along the ocean

fucked up, confused, and aching

for love, for pain, for strength

fighting hard to get back to neutral

then running

kick start the shot into the air

and run my motherfucking ass off

until my thighs take over

and fly fly beating wings with angels

smiling and laughing like the madman

i truly am

I feel the wind picking up

the intensity raging

the more my intensity

rages

 

I will get everything I am capable of getting out of this life

and it’s not going to be

the same goals of my heroes

but my own lengths and barriers

 

Light always needs darkness

there is just too much world

I haven’t seen

 

this is my world

I refuse to pay a bounty

for what God has made for me to explore

 

 

 

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(written on computer)

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