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Assisted bird suicides cause loathing

I sat there, match lit while pulling it towards my cig.
There they were….
Gliding around me, helpless prey
One landed upon my hand.
Glaring into my eyes, its yellow hues baffled me .
Taking the match from me, it struck it and edged towards me.
Lighting my cigarette, helping my eventual demise.
Neverending from the chain of one helping another.

Birds of a feather
Flock together.



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The Shadow

You walk alongside me day in and day out

Stout and tall like I am

Both knowing and being the darkest part of me

What would you say to me?

Would you judge me for my every action?

Tell me things I am afraid to speak of?

You would be the median to my arrogance or cowardliness at the time

The Yang to my Yin

If only you were able to speak…

The knowledge you probably possess is profound

You have great abilities, such as projecting yourself in more than one direction

Being able to stretch varying distances

Yet you only exist if I do, so I feel like a hindrance

We share the same life but you are the better half in my opinion

Maybe I envy your peaceful existence, and you deserve mine so you can live out life

At times I feel like the shadow of myself, while you were meant to be…the part of me which strong and true.

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Random haiku

Dull nights bother me
Gazing at bright lights
Home is not the same

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Austere View on the World



The Empty Spaces cry.

The all or nothing type of refugees

running for shelter

as the bombs fall down.

They fall right through the metallic umbrella

exploding any idea of a brave new world.

Catching a-light the gasoline soaked rain drops.



An inferno of insane laughter

that’s driven everyone underground.

The laughter

and the song of yesterday

all buried in the underground.

Leaving behind the buried ones addicted to cheap whiskey and cigarettes

and the rejection letter from god.



Can there, will there, ever be the Blue Sky

or will it always be the Ever-Inferno burning?

Our hearts being baptized in misery

and our dark humor turning us into uncivilized apes.

Should we, could we, just say, “Goodbye Blue Sky!”

and let the pain linger on?


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I grow weary of the daylight

Constantly in motion at night

The soul of a lost man, absent of fright

This is my plight, exit stage right

The theater of my mind is very intricate

too specific

down to the nitty-gritty to make it manific’

This is my ritardando

Drum! Dru! Dr D……..

Slowed tempo of my conscious self

Let the other take over 

I need the rest…




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Haiku for a Coffee Barista: 3


I sit under painting

mixing Warhol and Chair Mao-



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Black Widow

This intricate web you’ve woven
Over swollen with ; tasty morsel for tonight’s never-ending stream of gore and dreams
Fangs of the infamous have reared its head
Prepping for the consumption of the tendons
My my, aren’t you satisfied? Take it’s heart as you feast!
Good evening to you seductress…


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