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I was sober and clean when I wrote this and that is why I don’t drink or do drugs

I want to cut you –

and not just little nicks
but full-body slashes
that lessen you by chunks
and make you cover up year-round
to hide from all the questions
about the pieces of you I took.

I want to break you –

and lay into you with such force
that my fists are bleeding too
and I can’t raise my arms anymore.
I want you to feel my anger
every time you move
from that day forward.

I want to dirty you –

so that people look at you
with shameful sideways glances
like I see them look at me.
I want to make you so fucking filthy
that I’m goddamn pristine
by comparison.

I hate you.

I hate your laughter and your tears,
your humility and your pride,
and your goodness and your vice.
I want to hate you with all my heart
because in those moments I succeed
in forgetting how much I hate myself.

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Carpe Diem

These endless days continue onward,
like waves flowing out into the sea
only to become dull, gray echoes
lost within the ocean.

The hands on the clock reach for me,
slowly making their way to my throat
and even as I flee their inescapable grip
I hear the closing “Click. Click. Click.” of their boot heels.

My days are a damned torrent of tomorrows,
a neverending nightmare in which novelty
is the only saving respite –
yet it erodes as well…

I want to make these moments mean something –
to regain the vigor of my youthful days
when I was a God in my back yard
and every day was a gift to be unwrapped.

I want to blow away the dust gathered on my heart,
sweep out the cobwebs collected in my soul,
and banish the stifling and stagnant air
so I can breathe again.

This life is mine and mine alone.
I refuse to spend my time running away.
Living is something that must be seized
and this is the moment I awaken from my daze.

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Cloud reader

When others talk, they talk about people
because they know people.
I talk about clouds
and I think that’s the difference between us.

While they keep their minds
on the realities of the world,
my eyes keep drifting up
in a daydream daze.

Because I’m still wondering
if that firebird I saw flying into the sun
the week before the Iraq war
meant something.

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Heaven

It can be a place
where you find solace
or perhaps a face
in which you see grace.

But be it land or home or love
in which you see the sacred dove
it’s that which you hold high above
and constantly sing praises of.

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Novel scapegoat

I’m sorry you were hurt
charging deep into the fray –
the two dozen other people
were getting in the way.

So sorry that the fire
left you with a burn
but there were just so many
that you had to wait your turn.

It’s a pity that their General
beat you black and blue;
perhaps if you’d been careful
he would have ignored you.

Maybe you should learn to fight
instead of blaming me tonight.

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Glass canon

My arcane power
humbles our enemies with
blasts of pure magick.
I summon fireballs to
scorch my enemies
and char the earth beneath them.
I command winter
and pull her icy fragments
down from the heavens.
The only things I fear are
the attentions of my foes.

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Meat shield

I draw my blade and bear my shield;
my stance, I vow, shall never yield.
I’ll bear the brunt of all the blows
from all of our maleficent foes.

And when defeat is close at hand,
that’s when I’ll make my final stand.
Oh, the bloodlust and the joy
as I charge in shouting, “Leroy!”

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Salvage

Their world fell down around them
into ruins of rust and dusty dumps
filled with the former fads of fiscal fools
and the fruits of the fallen.

I search through this cyber cemetery,
with a cheerful song on my lips,
for the material means
to make a heaven of hell.