Thursday, December 31, 2020

2.3165 : 1/01/14 : The Thorn

The thorn sought to derail me
from day one
I said you'll have no piece
for I have just begun
and pain can't
tear through beauty's veil
doesn't make it easy
doesn't rosy up the pale
But it brings me back
to all there ever is
and you'll agree
a bit of clever biz
I push the thorn
all the way through
and through the hole
the light shines right to you

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2.31634: 12/31/13 : Before the Party

Before the party
in the quiet of the night
vow to make something nice
to bathe in the light
tonight tonight tonight
I'll commit my soul
and swear to scorn every regret
and smile through every toll
I hearby pledge
my life to beauty
regardless of the price
necessity exacts
Oh prince of dark designs
I do hereby refute thee
and declare this book henceforth
to be my Book of Acts

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Wednesday, December 30, 2020

2.3163 : 12/30/13 : Wrong

Feels like all you can trust is
your every impulse is wrong
the wrong time to get creative
the wrong time to sing a song
the wrong time to dig your heels in
and pick a fight
you're a true freak of nature
at never being right
and there's no rest
no destination no promised land
and what you've got to go on
fits inside one hand
Why can't I just swallow it
always make nice
Why after giving up
every natural vice
do I still wind up blinking
in the single hours of night
awestruck at my capacity
of never being right
and there's no rest
no destination no promised land
and what you've got to go on
fits in one hand

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Tuesday, December 29, 2020

2.3162 : 12/29/13 : Sweep

A sweep is possible
I have to believe it all
what words cannot contain
What's shaken
and what does remain
For those who can't
be satisfied
the moral code
unratified
not unfinished
not uncorrected
unstarted, wholly
undirected
Who could then
wield the broom
these clumsy hands
could sweep in doom
and so wait cursed
by little hope
the mess remains
and we just cope

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Monday, December 28, 2020

2.3161 : 12/28/13 : Possess the Heart

Does wealth possess
The heart of this world
it was the question
and the thought that whirled
And if I got some
being lucky or oh so smart
Would it possess would it possess
my heart?
I thought I thought
I thought of gold
forever bought
forever sold
possesses many hearts
Who have none at all
and that's it's cruelest trick;
our steepest fall

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Sunday, December 27, 2020

2.3160 : 12/27/13 : Impossible

There's no sense crying
over impossible dreams
but we do, but we do, but we do
It's terrible to think
nothing's ever what it seems
but it's true, but it's true, yes it's true
And I'm forever saying
everything will be all right
it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie
that gets spit back at me
through the teeth of the night
pass it by, pass it by, just a sigh
When we say nothing is impossible
all it means is we won't give up
no one ever did the impossible
the definition of the half full cup
I pine and fret for
my impossible dream
I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I'm a fool
If I could see right in front of me
I wouldn't try to step out of the stream
You're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool
When we say nothing is impossible

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Saturday, December 26, 2020

2.3159 : 12/26/13 : And Joy

And joy could be
our dividend
our principle
of capital
the joyful might
conclude the old
thing had no true
value at all
perspective just
might be the cure
for craving power;
glittering heaps
pure moments of
the true pristine
might launch our ships
by bounds and leaps
and rather than
a sword king bent
on darkness to
destroy
the tale that launches
my ship may
just be a
parable of joy

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Friday, December 25, 2020

2.3158 : 12/25/13 : Hark

What with
living in the city
I've gotten
oh so sophisticated
don't my voice
sound pretty
and my words
finely articulated
but in the night
I dream of a world gone dark
and awake I think
his world could use a little hark
Wake up
this thing is still a fight
and good is far
from winning
If you believe
in light
it's not the final inning
everywhere is a stand
and a choice stark
and the word I heard
was hark

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Thursday, December 24, 2020

2.3157 : 12/24/13 : Peace On Earth

So you figured out how to wage
a world war
What the locks
on the smallest things of all
were for
So try not to fall down
and roll with mirth
When I declare my objective
is peace on earth
Oh I'm very small
I've no influence
Oh I'm not famous
I'm scarcely of consequence
but this pearl in my hand
you'll be surprised by its worth
and this night I start the bargaining
for Peace on Earth

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Wednesday, December 23, 2020

2.3156 : 12/23/13 : Content

Should I become
a content man
fill the buckets
drive the plan
the ship's corrupt
but so's it all
someone's got
to have the content ball
could I persuade
a million clods
one versus 7 thousand
how you like them odds
with only content
mightier than swords
or so they said
armed with their words

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Tuesday, December 22, 2020

2.3155 : 12/22/13 : Filler

Too much filler
and thus comes the night
pitch black
freezing
brain's in a sort of twilight
all I want's a miracle
a suitcase of cash
all I want's a
whirlwind
to blow away the trash
and leave every single
thing precious to me intact
give me those little things
and then I'll act

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Monday, December 21, 2020

2.3154 : 12/21/13 : Pearls

The irritants get buried in
the flesh of more experience
the gloss accretes around the points
acceptance maybe mere avoidance
pull back the fog of time
will some bright beauty shine there
maybe for the chosen ones
the rest may best not mine there
My minds eye whirls I think of pearls
and maybe I refuse to dive
the depths the tender moments' spurs
those times when I was all alive

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Sunday, December 20, 2020

2.3153 : 12/20/13 : Hat Trick

Hat trick
watch me
not caring
not trying
not daring
not really true
but it'll do for a lark
It's just my life's
Such a walk in the park

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Saturday, December 19, 2020

2.3152 : 12/19/13 : Eradicate

Eradicate self-reference
hey I see what I did there
hell I haven't felt this weak
since I let that bitch cut my hair
retreat from inner dialog
pull down the steady state
we'll see what's left to talk about
after all I eradicate
the hemming and the hawing
Of I know not what I know not where
I'll root out every trace of it
come watch the show: you'll gawp and stare
and most of all eradicate
the last shred of self doubt
this tower of reproach
my stand: and this swine culture's rout

(Tower of Reproach: 1)

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Friday, December 18, 2020

2.3151 : 12/18/13 : Done to Me

Between what I do to myself
and what's done to me
Well lately not a lot
Seems like fun to me
If that's a weak complaint
well here's one more true
I got a hell of a lot worse
but I won't bore you

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Thursday, December 17, 2020

2.3150 : 12/17/13 : Beginning and Not Beginning to Begin

Don't call it wasted
since I wouldn't sell it
at any price
I should have tasted
more by now
I should have been there twice
and there were many mornings
beginning, and not
beginning to begin
and there were clear signs
and knocking, tapping
Let me in
I won't pronounce
upon a day
non one hour old
but I'll announce
for all my turnings
Your indifference is cold

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Wednesday, December 16, 2020

2.3149 : 12/16/13 : False

So many
false starts
but were they
Did we figure out
who called it
are we sure they
Stopped the clock
or was it
started
as I sit here
broken hearted
maybe if I'd
started at
seventeen
but didn't I
didn't I just though
maybe if I'd
ever quit
anything clean
well there was that
one time
if you must know

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Tuesday, December 15, 2020

2.3148 : 12/15/13 : Speaking

Struck by how I should treat
whereof I would not speak
Stuck on how I could see
what has truly come to my hands
I should sing of young love
heroism's lofty peak
God and love of the homelands
But I'm stuck on the top
Where my thoughts are seeking
and the moment's fierce now
blows all words to the wind
where my thoughts write words large
but they're scarcely worth speaking
and the shuddering void
knocked rang clattered and dinned

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Monday, December 14, 2020

2.3147 : 12/14/13 : White Flag

Is that a battle cry
or a white flag
we're all mixed up
by the white stag
sure fairytales sure
superstition
but the longing persists
and dreams of sweet fruition

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2.3146 : 12/13/13 : Reinvention (II)

While I study reinvention
I am hating everything
surely a failure state
missing on every swing
is it just the dogs at the door
is it this inner curse
have to confess that part
has never been much worse
this slumps like years before
another set of books
a litany of askance
old ways that set their hooks
what would I have the future
hold instead of that rut
won't pierce it in a day
a year will make the cut

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