Category: Poetry
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A Tiny Drop Of Dopamine
It starts out intriguing , the setup, the scenario… Build your world and fight for it’s survival. Create the city, the raiding party, the path. Be who and what you want to be… The build, the death, and the revival. Every move, every decision leading, to another… until you crave the victory, However small. And…
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I’ve Come To An Age
I’ve come to an age where passion flares not like a bonfire… all light and heat burning the night Sky, But slowly, like water coming to a boil in a teapot, Erupting from a steady flame. One is all encompassing, using all its energy in a mad display, The other providing heat and sustenance to…
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Retrocausality
When I was young and the worlds were new, the future was cloudy, unformed, The possibilities endless… Free (or so it seemed) to explore them for myself. I had not yet learned to feel the pull of the timelines, the pull of my future self drawing me towards the life I was to live. I…
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I Didn’t See What I Didn’t Know
I remember the big brick of cheese, it was great, and went awesome with the crackers in the big silver tin. Oh! And the gold color can of peanut butter! I loved going to the big store where we got them and stand in line with all the people… oh and sometimes we’d get the…
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Passion
I’ve ridden passion like an unbroken horse, Throwing myself into each new shiny object Human as well as material, physical as well as political, Questions and curiosities turning to obsessions… As the waves engulfed my heart. Again and again… I’ve faced fears… real, imagined, and unimaginable, created By these obsession as they crashed onto my…
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I Slept…
I slept, and yes did dream, of a place. Beautiful, and… Terrible, the shiny veneer of order, the addicting self congratulatory liquor of assumed superiority, soaked the society (at a molecular level), intoxicating it and making it blind. The people did not value knowledge, and did not want facts to interfere with What They Knew.…
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As A Waterfall
It broke. Tiny at first, the smallest of cracks, in the armor I’ve build around my heart. Strong… safe. But when I saw the anguish in the woman’s face, as she told me of a family shattered, by an illness, Easily treated, easily controlled, survivable. If you have the money. She told me of her…
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Ideas
Ideas can change history… And yet, slippery and evasive, like water on a hot griddle, visible, skittering away, changing as you watch. As butterflies on a summer’s afternoon always just out of reach, knowing that, to catch and hold them, destroys their nature. Approach them from the side don’t let them know how important they…
It’s Loud Inside My Head… The Poetry and Prose of A Man Who Feels Too Much. 