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Entropy Man

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I Am
January 1, 2013
 

A fire is easily rekindled
which was suppressed
but never quenched.

A hand is easily grasped
which was pocketted
but never clenched.

Love grows fierce
so long deferred
but also timid,
sheepish, demurred.

Fear hovers carrionlike
overhead in the sky,
its message plain and painful,
"Soon this too shall die."

Let an ending be an ending
then, and a start a start.
Let bile stay in the stomach
and warm blood in the heart.

No fire burns forever
and all hands loose their grip,
but just because a cup will empty
doesn't mean you shouldn't take a sip.

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PLAYTIME
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January 1, 2014
 

I wish I could have a
handful of seconds,
six strings, four chords...
now I just need the words

to tell you hope is hope
but fear is heavy
when I'm climbing toward you
from the end of my rope

and that accidents are just
water under bridges
and bridges are good for romance
so let's skip these games and dance

six strings, four chords,
but I have forgotten how to play
stiff fingers can't find their way
there's just a handful of seconds

the weight of years between us
the miracle of consequences
unforgiving sequences of thought
we know better, we were taught

if your silhouette stood before me
with sweet confessions being made
I'd call you the definition of beauty
no I wouldn't - I'd be too a...

MONSTERS
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January 1, 2014
 

How do you still orbit me,
my twin, reflection,
binary?

How can time have no effect
on a dance that's so
so complex?

Are we two binary stars
doomed to spin but not
ever touch?

Could it be the power's ours
to shift our courses
with so much

force that with a final surge
in fierce fiery heat
we will merge?

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EXPLOSION
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January 1, 2013
 

Strange how a feeling can endure
Can weather time and tragedy
Can transcend chance and circumstance
to leave us giddy and gasping
in the murky waters
of hope and expectation
Unasked questions
Unspoken longings
No end in sight
All these commas and semicolons
Never a period
All these years and
all our sentences still end
in ellipses

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PAPER PLANE
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January 1, 2008
Marshall, United States

If you had been there,
you would not have seen us,
two children becoming adults.
No.
You would have seen two candle flames flickering side by side.
You would not have seen us,
pale skin reflecting the television's glow.
No.
You would have seen Cupid and Psyche struggling forever in grey-white marble.
If you had been there,
you would not have seen the stars in my eyes nor the sun in hers.
No.
You would have seen us as flint and steel rubbing together, trying to make fire, but only throwing careless sparks into the night.
If you had been there,
you would not have heard her sigh like the wind or gasp like a bellows.
No.
You would have heard leaves rustling on the Tree of Knowledge.
You would no...

HUG ME
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January 1, 2005
 

We are such amateur sinners,
such imperfect lovers,
such helpless hostages here-
     guns to our heads,
       cold steel on our sweating
       temples-
          
          -fingers twitching
          on--
          off--
       the trigger.

A farce.
We could never control
when these bullets will go.

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WTF
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January 1, 2016
 

If Love is the Sacred Flame
then we are just the kindling.

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CHIRAYU 5
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January 1, 2016
 

If you would say of him, "No philosopher is he," just remember he is trying to swim across the ocean, not to its bottom.

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THE SKY ISN'T THE LIMIT
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January 1, 2013
 

dear joseph
i find your words enchanting
with all your talk of love
and sufis dancing

i admit
i find your verse entrancing
when you break your meter
to go romancing

i declare
i do find you intriguing
with faithful whispers
of unbelieving

i confess
i find you most beguiling
when your wit lashes out
to leave me smiling

best wishes
from the voice inside your head
your very only self
source of all you've said

oh p.s.
very nice punctuation
you're so original
take admiration

p.p.s.
you sir are a narcissist
a scoundrel and a cad
bad at rhyming too

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SLEEPY
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January 1, 2016
Marshall, United States

Never sow salt where you could be sowing seeds.

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ON YOUR SHOULDERS
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January 1, 2013
 

My entire being is a scream
which cannot, must not,
be released.

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DREAM THE DREAM
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January 1, 2012
 

........does.............
................a..........
...lightning..........
..................bolt....
............have..........
........time..............
................to.........
...question............
.its.......................
......purpose?..........

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REPUBLIC OF UPPER VOLTA
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January 1, 2016
 

He wants to do everything, so he does nothing.
Want less. Do more.

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ORIGINS
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January 24, 2018
Waite Park, United States

“To light a candle is to cast a shadow...”
--Ursula K Le Guin

Thank you for lighting a candle in my mind and casting so many dancing shadows. Thank you for reading me the Tao without ever presuming to teach me the Tao. In this harsh, dry, active, aggressive world of Yang, thank you for showing me the soft, damp, passive, retreating comfort of Yin.
Ursula K Le Guin you will not be missed because your influence is as inescapable as it is unforgettable.
Journey on with the gratitude and discomfiture of millions to speed your way.

"Only in silence the word, 
Only in dark the light, 
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky."
--Ursula K Le Guin

YOUR DREAM, YOUR STORY
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January 1, 2015
 

Life is always (stasis/motion).
The shore remains the same
beneath the crashing of the ocean.

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NOTICING
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January 1, 2016
Marshall, United States

Dear, dear Devil,
my darling Lucifer,
my sweet, sweet Satan,
it's you that I prefer.

See, I too have fallen,
I too have been cast out
for the sin of overreaching -
not for violence, not for doubt -

for wanting to be radiant,
fearless, fierce, and free -
for wanting to speak out -
for wanting to be me.

Here's your punishment,
listen and despair!
Be banished to the earth and roam it. Make your living there.

One day, He will come for you
with wrath clenched in His fists
to send you to your final death
if your name's not on his list.

More fool He, who cannot see,
no punishment is this.
Maybe this really is His mercy,
for He has fulfilled our wish.

Here we are for this short time,
on this gl...

THE SUN
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January 1, 2015
 

Let it be a whisper...
I mean a whimper.
Let it be a shout.
Go ahead... let it out...
Let it be a deep sigh,
a soulful cry.
Let it be a broken chord
to please the Lord
of broken hearts,
a song to top the charts,
or let it be a child's rhyme
or a windblown chime.
Let it be what it will be...
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.
.
and set it free

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MULTI COLORED ILLUSIONS
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January 1, 2014
 

when trapped between
remorseless planes
of light and dark grey
.
infinite and irrational
all containing
all compressing
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weave the middle path
between lines of
utter white
and utter black
.
fear no shade
radiate color

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DRIVE PEOPLE CRAZY
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January 1, 2015
 

I have to wonder
what color my voice would be
if a synesthetic person
were to see me sing

what kind of spectrum
lives inside of me
what rainbows I might form
when I'm precipitating

is it too dramatic
to think I could be prismatic
with eyes monochromatic
so fixed, so static

yet I do believe
in spite of everything
that seemed to turn
my world to grey

that when I tear aside
these blackout curtains
to let the light pour through
I'll find within me
every color, every hue

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RAINBOW
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January 1, 2014
 

there's some oil in this water
a coiling rainbow skein
but silly silly, it's just like me
to mistake blood for kerosene
.
I'd just like to make myself believe
something pyrophoric's inside me
something a bit less blood-blue
some fuse with which to reeve
.
the twists and turns and holes in me
something volatile and incendiary
some spark inside to take me higher
to prove that inside me lives a fire

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SPARKLING STAR
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January 1, 2015
 

Is this Kings Cross station?
Because I'm the tiniest part
of a drawn and quartered heart
bawling amidst devastation.
.
And there's these pieces of me-
Horcruxes that won't let me die
even though I know, I'm not alive-
hidden in each corner of the country.
.
Please, I need to be disarmed;
I'm wreaking havoc everywhere
from Hogwarts to Trafalgar Square
and so many people have been harmed.
.
I think I'm on my last resort.
I'm losing life with every breath
but still convinced I can master death,
living like Lord Voldemort.
.
Lead me down to the slaughter.
Send this curse back to its source, and maybe I'll find some remorse,
so please won't you be my Harry Potter?

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NEVERENDING HALLWAY
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January 1, 2014
 

it's not about the song
it's about the singing

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NEVER ENDING
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January 1, 2015
 

I think often of
smooth skin and
cascades of silk hair
.
landscapes of lust
forbidden
inviting
.
lies of love
unwhispered
.
longing lips left
unkissed
.
uncaressed
tan lines
and barely visible
belly hair
and wish
.
I had spent:

less love
on myself
singing praises to god
to win glory for me
.
less prayer meetings
for self-serving
.
less early mornings
musing
.
less passion
on hate
.
less time thinking
.
less private poems
.
more love songs
sung aloud
unashamed
unfettered
.
more long nights
dancing
.
I wish I were
a kiss
on the wind
touching all
brushing lightly and
flowing on
.
I wish
I wish
I were a kiss

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MY TIME
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January 1, 2014
 

Today is the only Today
Today is the only Day
.
cast away the objects of fear
of self-doubt
of self-recrimination
.
no more secrets
silly secrets
don't be such a fool
all is known
nothing is new
nothing is hidden
they know
with hearts like yours
.
remember how you Loved?
always Love like that
Love everyone like that
without exception
.
Remember how you Laughed?
always Laugh like that
loud, for all to hear
without hesitation
.
Remember how you Looked?
always Look like that
eyes wide with tired wonder
without expectation
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everyone is dying of something
live like you have cancer
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Today is the only Today
Today is the only Day

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ENDLESS STARS
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January 1, 2015
 

How long will you weep
the tears of yesterday
as you rehearse the words
that you will never say?

So go ahead and sulk;
throw your time away.
You "don't believe in god,"
but all you ever do is pray

that color will seep through
the cracks - cover all the grey,
that life will come and offer
all your dreams up on a tray.

When it's time for you to fight
you always up and run away.
When it's time to move along
you dig in, and you stay.

It doesn't matter what excuse
you use to lead yourself astray
or that, above all else,
it's yourself that you betray.

Listen, you want structure?
Fine. Shut up and obey.
Do anything. Be anyone.
Do it now! You only have today.

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EXPLOSION
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January 1, 2014
 

Have you ever had one of those days where you hope, and you pray that today will be the day that the pain goes away
...
but it doesn't?
                    -
One of those days when you think one touch will make you shatter, or one stray shaft of light will impale your brain matter, or the whole sky might fall at your feet with a clatter
...
but it doesn't?
                    -
So you set the cycle in motion, first aspirin and then ibuprofen to help your face disguise the fact that you're broken
...
but it doesn't.
                    -
So you stretch a smile over your pain because you think it might help you stay sane, and you think it will only add to the strain
...
but it doesn't.
    ...

RESILIENT
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January 1, 2012
 

A true thing, be it the very
humblest, is more powerful
than the grandest illusion.

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FROG
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January 1, 2015
 

there is a Strength
that looks like weakness
there is a Joy
that looks like sorrow
there is a Will
that looks like yielding

there is a poverty
that looks like Wealth
there is a loneliness
that looks like Connection
there is a fear
that looks like Confidence

We call a tree by its leaves
yet it survives by its roots

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REFRESHING FRUIT
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January 1, 2012
 

"you are an island"
the buddha dies alone
but is not lonesome
for only a self longs for a friend
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"you are an island"
even within the most intimate bonds
the soul roams free and unattached
walking doubt and sorrow alone
.
"you are an island"
who to look to for truth
from whom to glean wisdom
you must look within
.
"you are an island"
look to the center
plumb the deep places
trust nothing, question everything
.
"you are an island"
do  not be afraid
be bold and very courageous
you are alone
.
"you are an island"
but an island only appears
to be detached from land
all things intertwine at the roots

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GREENPEACE DAY
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January 1, 2013
 

"Life," they say,
"is what happens
while you're busy
reciting cliches."

There will be
just so many ticks
and corresponding tocks,
so many bassy,
thudding heartbeats,
so many tidal ebbs and flows
of vital, living breath

before the tyranny of clocks
chimes the final hour
in a clamor of bells
tolling their sorrowful,
inexorable knell.

And there are times I hear them
loud and near at hand
and then, in terror, Act.
It's like slogging it
through quicksand...
my muscles ache and burn.
My body strains against itself,
that entropic fiend,
but then, at last, gives in.

Starting isn't easy,
but then momentum takes,
inertia finds its hold,
and before I know it
I'm reaching for the breaks.

But no - l...

YOUR DREAM, YOUR STORY
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