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When I bought the home to raise my children in, I planted a cherry tree by the front porch. Not long after a 100 ft white pine fell and smashed the cherry tree along with the house. The cherry didnt die. The splintered trunk became new branches, it never grew taller, just became a beautiful bush.

YouTube video by Vinnie Paz Vinnie Paz - "Perfect Enemy" - Official Video

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5 miles from home
No point goin further
It's freezing and empty inside
From the boy I was
For the man still alive
Time stole the fire of pride
Absent bodies of pictures
Shrouds for the martyrs
Outlined in nicotine stain
Blast shadows of life
All that I killed for
Love, now a Ghost of Pompei

#poetry

An easy-clean landscape of alien bumps
The motel curtains are textured like fuck gloves
Hardwired alarm
3 locks on the door
As if I had something of value
The joint hiding out in my pocket is the only mercy I smell
Dawn's coming soon
But checkout's soon after
Not enough time for a dream

#poetry

We're going back to Eden 3 boys in the back of a truck off the res A girl I just met's doin the drivin The passenger seat's rollin joints She's free from the Moonies I ghosted the feds Whole world's opened up like a wound What's spilling out is clean and it's bright Might finally be free of infection Hell's thirty miles behind us Heaven's just East on I-40 Tomorrow's the first of the dogwood days And after, a lightning bug night

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STRAWBERRIES There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast for one to come the empty plates laid on the stone together with the two forks crossed and I bent towards you sweet in that air in my arms abandoned like a child from your eager mouth the taste of strawberries in my memory lean back again let me love you let the sun beat on our forgetfulness one hour of all the heat intense and summer lightning on the Kilpatrick hills let the storm wash the plates

sweet in that air

Edwin Morgan, ‘Strawberries’

YouTube video by Amigo the Devil Amigo the Devil - Hell and You (Grotto Sessions)

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Why wait till I'm dead
To scatter the ashes
I've bid all my lovers
Sweep them up as I go
Far too hard to direct
A meteoric re-entry
But when the bones land
You can there plant a tree
In the spring that will follow
Sit right beside it
And tell my spirit the story
Of how it came to be free

#poetry

DoD told the FAA last minute without explanation. I'm like 99% they're about to hit targets in Mexico and dont want a drone or a plane full of seals bumping into something midair. The parade of stupid marches on smfh.

If I was a betting man I'd say we will be seeing air strikes against alleged cartel sites in Mexico very soon now.

No, that is more alien to me than anything in sci-fi. I'm pretty convinced the black experience of life is a parallel dimension I will only ever understand theoretically and incompletely. 100% quantum somethings

This would be fantastic. Current selection is whiter than boiled chicken for anyone who loves leather bound.

A rabbit in overalls and a goat in pants are sitting on the ground drawing pictures. The rabbit is saying “ART POSES A THREAT TO CORPORATOLRATIC SYSTEMS BECAUSE A PURPOSE OF ART IS TO REMIND THE INDIVIDUAL OF THEIR INHERENT AUTONOMY.”, the goat adds “THEIR HUMANITY.”

Make Art (1/4)

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Telling ICE to gargle your balls is a thing you can and should do.

The last known Hope lives in captivity The ward of a dingey private zoo just West of Cincy The sort where the value proposition Is racing to extinction alongside its guests The secret of his longevity has confounded Generations of visiting learned men of beasts In frustration they've given up updating The dead language plaque they left standing guard outside his gate It's the girl who cleans his cage on Thursdays That doodles on her Converse The one who ditched Wharton to thumb her way through Punjab And returned two summers younger with eleven saris plus a case of the Herp Through some quirk in the quantum field between them The circus peanuts she sneaks him And the tunes leaking from her headphones Transsubstantiate into a nourishing holy golden light He reckons on balance life's a blessing Could have wound up like his brothers A poolside prop for the washed up boxer selling asshole bleach Or slowly outgrowing some dealer's bathtub in the Bronx

#poetry

Courtesy of my empty belly and morning light leaking through the motel curtains.

YouTube video by althazarr's good time oldies I'll Be Glad When You're Dead, You Rascal You - Louis Armstrong

louis armstrong
I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YOURE DEAD, YOU RASCAL YOU

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I understand it's nature now
The wolf in winter that can't stop licking
At a block of frozen blood with blades inside
The hunger's non-negotiable
It'd be a shame if he denied it
Just in hopes of a slightly warmer way to die

#poetry

If video games have taught me anything about life it is that defeat is a temporary status, not unlike stunned or exhausted. You just try again, even if you have to start over all the way at the beginning.

I memorise the flecks
& tones within the irises
of your eyes

I trace the lines
upon your face,
mapping
your topography

& lay down
in memory
the timbre
of your breathing

this is how I weave
the tapestry of us

& it's so much vaster,
so much more whole

than you & I
alone.

#poem #poetry #SkyPoets

Darn tootin'

Gumption is an underrated superpower.

Counterpoint: taking a canister round to the sternum and huffing what comes out of the narrow end is a pretty fucking effective way of testing whether or not you posess the constitution necessary for child rearing.

Death and The Almighty
Hate t'see this boy comin'
Livin' like it's pearl divin'
But breathin' underwater
Clearly purpose built
For purposes unclear
If uncashed checks
Keep flyin' out the back
Of his Champagne candy block-swapped Dart
How will they
Ever
Balance their big book
Then?

#poetry

2/2 remembers a Lost Boy
Young Leon who dodged six bullets
Just to die later
To a goddamned spoon in the squat
While a Beatles bootleg played
City couldn't find room
For another heavy dead brother
So they lightened him up
Burned his body
Free that baggage he just flew away

#poetry

In the bone pith of the boy
Shrieking in the red fog
Two appetites entangled
A King Rat slick and crowning
Inured now to the birthing struggle
And the pain
And the shame of himself
That caught the gaze
Of the old one-eyed gull
Who swallows rabbits whole

#poetry

Every hope inside me had to die
So I could in peace
Pick through the corpses
And mark all those deserving resurrection

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Nah lol. I'm alive though and where there is life there is hope.

Homeless again for the first time in more than 20 years.

I was a lot younger and stronger then, but I'm smarter now and cellphones have come a LONGASS way, so I think it's a bit of a wash.

Sonya Massey's killer (cop) got 20 years. Let's keep that shit up, we can do better.