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2nd Shift

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Fascinations
They Tickle.

While the theory of relativity
Trickles.

Deeper & deeper
Down
Into this place
That converts
passions of fire
Into
a millions of tiny
Icicles.

Jaded
I am,
But it’s
just a little.

Confusion
Hardly ever
dances
With the simple.

Yet here I am
Tied up
With so many strings attached
I can’t find my way off
of this never ending thimble…

Once I do
And I’m unstuck from the glue

I hide & I seek,

For the magnets
That grab my attention

And often keep,

Me in this realm
I consider
Very bitter
& very sweet,

Because when we meet
It’s very brief
& when you leave
It kinda stings.

I’m not
Too sure
Exactly
What
it
Really
means,

But your touch
In seriousness
Energizes
me…

I swear when we
lock hands
It’s for at least
a couple seconds,

And I’m not too sure
Who’s not letting go
For the moment though
It’s
heaven.

No worries
Just curiosity
On whether
If it my pulse
That’s trembling.

I’d be lying
If I said
Stealing a kiss
Wasn’t tempting.

It’s a constant fight
Between
The beast
& the gentlemen.

Oh how
The simplest
Of things
Get me double guessing.

I see More than a Twinkle

Fairy tales

nightmares,

all that she wants

its right there,

in her dreams

up in the air,

all she can do

is just stare,

wonder

unaware,

her energy

that slight scare,

that down here

is not up there,

figuring that in due time

it will all fare well,

but until then

farewell,

right now is far to far

& there’s contemplation on withering away or dare to care…

it takes much to look up

knowing that, I’m stuck down here,

that twinkling from my obstacles & moon light

provides just, enough glare,

that shines on my bruises

& strengths that most often tear,

oh how just a kiss

will cure the heaviest of moments I don’t want to share

hide in the creep

we see the end

of the week

our hopes come out

disconnected we

go a million different places

wanting to be part of the

party that apparently

is being celebrated by everybody

the mushrooms has them seeing stars

and they’re going tunnel deep

hiding adult themes

into childish things

that we

better not speak

of or we will see

a deeper underlining

that will only creep

The Art Of

you can’t

make everyone

happy

I’m learning that,

they want you to go left

but not from what is left

so you go and give them what is right

yet still you catch the same slack,

the master

wants the young grass hopper

to think that the pebble they have

no one can ever snatch,

however like art

words no matter how direct

are still but allusions for interpretation

to be in sync doesn’t always match,

games end and start

when both players play on a the table

and fast math still doesn’t calculate

the power in the sleight of hand,

so once the dust has settled

and the howling wind finally comes to a calm

and every one is being honest (the truth is out)

why do we continue to play pretend?!?!

if one has you

by the balls

how can you

stomp your feet/ wave your hands and still make demands?

so what comes to light

do we ignore when in our sights

or do we use the rapport we’ve built

and let them know we understand?

knip it

in the bud

before its gets

way to out of hand,

I guess

that’s what happen

and that’s why

I got canned,

we all know

the revolution is coming

 we (the company) don’t need a bottom of the barrel dummy

getting all these underprivileged  people in need to make a stand.

.

.

.

damn.

/////(the second bullet point that was made

on my termination

was that

we were discussing the kelly thomas case

and that I stated

that some police “show no restraint”.

This client I was speaking with

has an old retired vet

who knew the system

and was no down on his luck.

Instead of getting preachy

as the previous poem questioned,

and just agreeing with the man,

[I call it “yes, yes’in’em”]

They took that as one of my stances.

Which may or may not be

but that’s not the case

because its irrelevant

to the fact that I was trying to

sweep him off the phones,

as to what they [the company] apparently wanted

instead of getting into deep conversation

but even that didn’t sit well with them)////

Something To Hold

on duty…

on patrol…

chained up…

while every one is out, free for a stroll,

would you like it?

lets take a poll…

all is blurry

all is cold… 

I use to miss

having something to hold,

but now im held by the neck

with a metal mental fence all around my soul…

A case of the F*** Its

I wouldn’t call it being

down in the dumps

if anything

ive had me the best of luck

caught fishes with out a net or a hook

but still my heart is struck

in a place I don’t understand

so naturally my mind is stuck

in between the months theme

which has been “I don’t give a mother f***”

which conflicts with my faith

which is to love and be there for everyone

high on just my self

and the weight is feeling like a ton

I can crawl into a ball

or just completely ignore everyone

isolation recently

has been the most fun

no one to bother me

except for those who don’t notice my mourning beard just to use me for what they want

which doesn’t bother me

since they’ll go away once their done

 I have energy for others to feed off of

but I have nothing to lift my self up

maybe its been because I havent been to church in a while

and the lack of spiritual people around me has left my edges rough

maybe it’s because I’ve been in the trenches with whores

and I’ve forgotten how to love

what ever it is I’ve caught a case of the “f*** its”

resisting the urge to tatoo a middle finger on my forehead is getting really tough

Dont leave pt2

who’s fault is it?

im not pointing fingers,

the past is the past

and i wont let it linger,

until you tell me

that you “did your own thing”,

my thoughts are “hell nah!!!”

“how could you go out hoeing?”,

im not going to believe it

i wont even try,

lord knows your “get backs”

are when you lie,

but, if its true

im going to have to add,

murder to my list of sins

and i wont feel bad,

because one thing

i cant stand

is

letting another man,

take or touch

what ive already declared as my land,

im my anger i yell

to “get the fuck off”

& “step the fuck back”,

now im at an unease

and im starting to understand,

my mind is bubbling with thoughts

like “how you could you do this to me?”

im feeling like a chick

with all these “feelings”,

so finally i get

that I’ve been a jerk

and all

that you’ve been

is

hurt