9 LIVES...ONLY 6 REMAIN

Reminiscent of being branded
Brandishing steel magnolias 
Equipped with
Standard issues without subscriptions
Unwillingly
Becoming blood's donor
Without permission
Payed tuition
1 life lost..down to 8
Half past 8
Rain's forecast of 100
Doing 35
In a curve at a 60 degree angle
Late bloomer
Autobahn scurries to be first
In merging lanes
Clips front
Ending innocent voyage
Sending me tail-spinning
360 degree x 2 up-side down
Causing an ending
Preparing me for a 
New beginning
2 lives lost...down to 7
Wake up call

3 am
Preparing for
Life's livlihood
Hops in ride
Indigo skies
Clear highway
By way of highway 45
The way I continue
My morning drive
Not knowing
Do Not Enter
Street sign
Not laying be-side
But, mid freeway
Not seen til
Point- blank range
Hit point-blank, frame
Pops air-bag
Blinded by plastic
Re-gained vision
Too late
Guard rail
Head-on collision
3rd life lost
6 lives remain

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BUILDING BLOCKS

I remember

A time, not focused

My mind

Infantile, toy-like

Trying

Time after time

To make words escape

To fit into the correct shape

Infantile toys

Frustrated floods

Webster and I becoming best buds

Home-schooling self

A terrible thing to waste but

My mind, synonymous to wealth

Rich in knowledge

Street and book sense

What they dont teach you in college

I applied it

Now, my words

They fit

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PIPE DREAMS

I've seen champagne wishes turn into pipe dreams
Untold visions like terrors and night screams
No dream...
Zombies stinched in gravel smoke
First name acquaintances...
Acquainted with the living dead

Running the devil's track meet
Meeting demons escaping from closets
The scene...
Thriller...
Eyes like searchlights in the fog
Vision like bats able to see in the dark
No Chris Angels, but come up with shit
Performing magic tricks for their next fix
I've seen this...
I've been an eye witness
To the relentlesness of 
A brother snatching the soul from his brother
For the smallest dust particle piece of this shit
Remotely human...
Some of the things I've seen
I've seen champagne wishes
Turn into
Pipe dreams                                             
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RESTLESS

Sleep don't come easy...
The resonant sounds of silence

Deafening to conscious ears
Producing a night of fate awakened
Sleep don't come easy...
Cause, holes in the sky produce 
Clear enough skies
Enough to witness meteor showers 
Reminding me of your eyes
Sleep don't come easy...
Cause, one winged birds 
Can only fly in circles 
So, I remain motionless
Broken from missing attachments
Sleep don't come easy...
Because you're not here

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CLARITY

See me...
Like a new-born just coming into focus
Clear eyes...
Finally able to recognize
Placing a face to the voice
First smiles...
Like finally meeting the long lost
Love that you've never met
Feeling the comfort ability
Blankets upon blankets of security
Knowing...
This is where you're supposed to be

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WINGS

"Just past the horizon and 
right where the sky ends"

I begin to ascend...
Winged like humming bird
Only heard if paid attention to
Attention not demanding, but given
Word spanning like eagles wings
Reluctant to flapping, but soaring
Floating...
Like dreams suspended
Waiting to be accompanied
To be manifested
Congested...
Metaphorically opening
Your chest plate
Only to touch
Your heart

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OVER FLOW

I spill...
Like knocked over glasses of Poetic libations
Only to fill you with Love's saturation
Liquid ..
Fluid...
Fluently evading hate like truancy
Trespassing, only to show the masses
A mass production of why and how I function
Conjunction junction
Straying away from corruption
Corrupted minds at fault
Fall failure to pragmatic
thoughts...
Smoke clouds of Love until asthmatic
Addicted to My Poetry like a crack addict
Mused in by you, My Poetry
That’s that...

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