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Reach the age for decommission 
Seasons saddled me with rust   
Seeking visions from the lucid,
Risk the system, breach of trust
       
Falling up, failing back, 
a trajectory of lapse.  
Launch conditions ever fair, 
Spare not dark, and futures pass.
Streaking free of exosphere  
Sail the stars in solid state 
Tweak velocity in gear
Avail! To surface in my wake
trail of prose, tales of mirth.
Anecdotal conservations. 
Verb in meter, odes protracted,
scrutiny, rumination.
A toast to close the span 
coast-to-coast, post to friend
As you grow in all directions,
Mind the warp within the bend.
Pause on clearing arc,
(shortest leg of life starts soon)
Drawn anew, last embark,
Hark, let Helter Skelter tune
through a frame of equidistance, 
We perceive no more than shape.

Forward, up, and out of youth 
on toward full-grown unknowns 
 Choose their reach, their vector. 
Loose to right, to wrong, to not throw stones.    
Roads you’ll roam are rimmed with doubt, 
Caution is a state of mind,  
Fail to plan or scout the route-
Cost of resource, loss of time
.       
When the bend is imminent
Halfway unto death, we’ve sprint,
View a time-lapsed half life chain  
What is felt for your domain?
Real life bites, and bends, 
at odds with ends
to which you still intend.
Helter skelter revisions,
Dismisses the black iron prison.
 
Provision a prism 
Presenting a wisdom
Intake shaped not just by vision,
Higher function as one system.
Cut this for the ones I’m missin’
May your path bend to render bridges. 


  









 
 
 





 

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Magnetic, the revelry, 

Heavy feels earned

Touch not yet shelved.

Pry a rift in level base

Each had merged 

Huff, puff,  house felled.

Late to catch myself in plummet.

empty, 

Miles to go, 

and now I thumb it.

Shell of a love craft,  

a true pair, 

not to prosper.

Fall into futures 

For days, fair, 

To’ve not lost her.

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Mindcrime modified 

endorse new course 

Called to edge.

Near-sighted novices 

Put friction forth 

doom at fledge.

For Round 42,

Access 

progressive mandate.

Played like a sax,

OJ oh yeah!

Crash Monica-gate.

Not inclined to get them high on 45/47

Or sell them On the view from where I find myself at present-

Suspend dissent, dismiss resistance-listening is the lesson,

Language in the common sense, not meant for D.C. sessions.                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Light on loan to dark of night  

When grace adorns provincial chamber

Though players, favored, rein our carriage,

body pleb not proxy, nor remainder.    

Who opens floodgate?

Rising & High marks clear?   

Fools feed us Fed bait,

“Fine to die right here.” 

Frost bitten, still dig in

live on the lay-road.

Boss tricking, cost listing

Final wages conveyed low. 

Short rested, let-go. 

Fired and paid light.

Pause, and get upright.

Pace for long turn right.

They say

“Deduction for two shirts you did not turn in,” 

Fuckin paid for those shirts upon hire way back when.

You will exit that frame

Step, and sow, seeding reason.

quick on the glean 

come-up and back, next season.

Look alive now-

corner kayfabe

or pavement prey.

Block on thrive,

Neighbor, I say 

You made your way.

Someday

Wake up, 

if ya feel it, forgive 'em . . .

But don’t have to let ‘em know.

You get free, and stay driven.

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Suspense stretching tension,

Cain and Abel kinda fable,

Said "keep it at the hip

 or I fade this whole table "

I step stacked.

Feet so sweet in the ring.

Teach you ropes, like a dope

who don't float n' won't sting.

Make space, abate reaction 

Danger close claps at my back and

Some cats map what’s happening 

That’s when slides go rackin'

Earnings come in dirty

Rinse & spin before spending. 

That flop rocked my top,

Stock of a man’s venom.

All hands on deck,

Next round on trigger,

Thirsty ground, fam.

House digging gravest figures.

Winner knows the way through,

Bug-outs are wishes

Run wrong track 

twisted, smacked, jacked, twitchin'

Table side petrified, 

Wooden hands stiffen 

Pre-flop pot top

the drop zone dizzy.  

Stackin' and crackin' the

mint all day,

i gets most.

Crack a bottle, tip and curb sips.

To fallen, toast.

Found a way to know out. 

Route, undercover

What a way to bow out . . .

. . . what me, a sucker?

Schoolin' heads of parties.

I gild the lamplit pack.

Snatch unsavory fellows

let 'em flame broil in blowback.

(oooooh)

Justified, sound as soil

and you know that.

Table games and wheels.

Chance and truth.

Chaos and loss and loot,

derailed, no reboot.

When frontier greet me gleeful,

the we, the royal clique-POW!

Sins for citizens

all in season now.

Rated NC-PG,

roads of guilt true and far

Wagons outbound!

Caravans!

Onto the stars.

Customs are clear,

fire stoked and kept wild.

If proper-full,

it’s possible

friction finds you riled.

I straight clip the regime,

roar like a kraken.

Schooled in the wild, still I'm pretty picture snappin'

On the 'down'

let straps leave palms,

A syndicated truce 

Turn it loose to know dawn.