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Smiling shopkeeper

“My friend,” you say
in a casual way
with a smile on your face
and the wrinkles all in place
from years of treating those like me
with such gracious courtesy
that what we taste in every bite
is nothing less than a delight.

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Caged

I look into your eyes
and all that I can see
are all the pretty lies
that keep you bound to me.

I’ll not render you the prize
of the tender side of me
for swallowing the lies
offered up by me.

When will you realize
that your impropriety
is the result of the lies
that chained you to me.

Do you look up to the sky
while longing to be free
from all the bitter lies
that keep you trapped with me?

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Bravery

I know I’ve made progress
when I’m shaking, shivering, and sweating
after the fact.

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Cursed crown

Chilled by the stone,
right to the bone
by the curse of the kings
and the pain that it brings
for those upon the throne.

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Clay dolls

We are all imperfect;
this we should remember
above other lessons.

When others’ actions and words
drive you to fear or anger,
still your heart and stay your hand.

For we all began in the mud
and to the mud we’ll all return,
dirtier for the journey.

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Damaged dieties

Happiness is for the drunkards
and the other bacchanals.

My sadness may shadow me:
lurking in the corners of my mind
and the edges of my days.

But my despair defines me:
in searching for meaning in the world
against a belief that there is none.

And my pain pushes me:
demanding I challenge myself
(if only to rise from the floor).

And my grief grounds me:
in knowing that whatever I must face
I’ve faced worse, and lived.

Happiness is for the innocent,
grief is for the gods.

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Progress

We are born
as a fragile, sticky mess:
selfish,
whiny,
manipulative…
My, how things have changed…

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Reasoning

As I look forward
there are times when I wonder,
“What’s the fucking point?”