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At this Place

At this place in my head everything done life running smoothly, heart decided, why did you choose me. There’s only room for one at this fork in the road.
At this place

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In Honor of Servicemen/Flag Day

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Where I’ve been, I know not many have gone.
I faced adults when I was only a kid.
I let anger work it’s way inside me when I should have just RESPECTED the person next to me.
I LOVED when I should of been angry with the person behind me.
I endured weather that would force common folk inside for shelter.
I competed with my very own brothers.
I lied about my life to women who only cared about who I was to them.
The leaders I followed screamed to hurry up when there’s infinite time in the universe.
I watched few break, and believe not one did.
I left my family to defend and support themselves.
Where I’ve been I know not many have gone.

Veteran
This is in honor of all who wear the  uniform
Delta Company 210

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Spirit~

We are incomplete if our heart says.
I don’t have any answers if your deciding on who can be totally honest…if my heart was complete I’d have more answers. When someone says broken hearted I think about how could they know.
We meet as strangers and think we can tell if someone is honest. It should be about that, but other things come up. Dating and courting have fallen into a mix, the fun is drying and the hearts have too many incompletes. I’m around rolling.

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A Roar at the Zoo

Calming down for the day, I’m thinking of a zoo,  how the animals are given food, shelter and a mate. Life is handed to them. Would humans be less inclined to roar if we had it handed to us?
Bird Murder

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by | April 25, 2015 · 5:48 am

Remarried

Your the one and I didn’t tell you, but I was married two times, today is not the right day but its not the honeymoon.
Remarried

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Release cheuter

Jumping off Saturday morning edges, the past cheater.

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A honeymoon poem

Maybe it was special that day…maybe it wasn’t.
Can we have a guest for the day? It is my other half. Do we have a more important day if we don’t go to school? We miss some days, make it a honeymoon. Now it has universal destination, we are great in Honeymoon. Our honeymoon.

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Unapologetic Disdain

Your words have made their way to my ears.

The alcohol-soaked rants you spew late at night when your inhibitions are gone.

Such feeble attempts to cover the pain you can’t deal with.

Taking the form of shallow insults that reflect

the empty, terrible excuse of a “man” whose mouth they fell out of.

And when these words hit my ear

and make their way to my heart,

I feel such shame and embarrassment.

Not because you have the power to actually affect me,

but in knowing that I wasted years of my fleeting life

on someone so fucking pathetic.

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Numbing Realities the story of Arthur Bingsley Part 1

Hey people of the nest I’ve been experimenting with writing short stories this what I got so far enjoy

Here’s a story that minds that rarely meet, here’s a story about the conflicting ideologies of Capitalism and humanitarian undertones that swept the 20th fucking century.

I saw that Gypsy clown again dancing right in front of me trying to get his coins to reach the next destination he had to be, According to him. This wiry Bronze haired gentlemen was holding a bag of his own feces. Being that I am a Defense Attorney and I have came across toothless wonders like this before I find Myself completely unfazed by his unfortunate nature, due to my long history with social work with pro Bono work. His Name was and of Course I’m quoting him when i say this;” Arthur Bingsley”. he had the yellowest eyes that I have came ever across, however his right eye had a tinge of red touching the outside of his pupil. He said it was his “wiser eye”, for what ever that means I’m not sure. His clothes having a dirty regal and old fashioned nature to them as well as his name ,suggests to me hat he has a notion he was from the 18th century or something.  I can’t say that I didn’t like him he had a very genuineness to him, despite his delusions and mild cases of schizophrenia, he was not at all a dangerous or violent person.  So I gave him all change I had and he said  ” farewell young journeymen good luck in your ventures, and I bid you Adieu”, Its funny I never Knew what the fuck he meant by that but he said that every single time. I know, I know he’s a bum I’m not helping him by giving change and believe me coming from Washinton D.C the Homeless mecca of the U.S. and Ironically the nations capitol as well, I never give change to bums. Reasons being; One I’m Cheap, two coming from second generation Irish parents of nine children you got make your own fucking way and fight for every scrap you get, and finally three I guess I don’t give a fuck about the plight of my fellow man unless it has a dollar sign at the end of it. what Can I say I got this capitalistic mind set that Ayn fucking Rand babbles on in her stupid fucking books that I had to read in undergrad but I didn’t give a shit, I knew who I was and I knew what I was doing. To me everything has been earmarked and anyone can be got and their it is. Enough about though this Arthur Bingsley was really something, he was entertaining and despite his many flaws he was very talented individual. to this day i’m still not sure if he is a better con artist than myself and secretly I admired the fuck. It was like the Vulcan mind meld with this guy he knew how to connect with audience. if it was kids he made them animal balloons, rich snobby ivy league liberal fags he would quote Shakespearean literature, serenade ugly, fat or old women with songs from the top of his head with guitar in hand. it didn’t matter he did it. I mean I caught him on his crazy day I guess but bums I guess have days worse compared to mine.

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