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All my life I have searched for the gifts that are destined to be mine.

I looked under the rock of worldly desires
And only found fear and scarcity

I looked under fear and scarcity
And found worthlessness and emptiness

When in desperation I looked under grief
I found them all and more

For when I looked under grief
I stopped holding on to what wasn’t mine

In grieving my losses I honor what I’m worth
And only then am I ready to receive what is mine.

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I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in thi coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.

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Lovers she are the mourners of he time,

We dolour is eqaul to he crimes,

And every countermeasure was out of diagonal,

As you waltzed to ghostly chimes,

This developmental age is goldmine with reconsecrate sniveling,

He cries and lies away the dread,

All this heart and none but soot black,

No great ghost could channel this beau back.

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I have watched you pass the wild flowers again and again you choose the manicured roses with scents so fair. I have watched you discard your lovely prizes when frosts chill is down. There beauty is no challenge and they bore you now. I have watched you trample the wild flowers and how you ignore how they endure. Their strength masked by wiles that allure. And though you think they are common weeds, their beauty grows free. Through the bitter winds of the open plain their potency remains. They need no walled gardens in light or in shade. Their ferocious spirit a burning flame and from the ashes they always rise again.

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I’m a little slow in announcing this, but my poem “Gunfight In Manhattan” has been published in the online journal My Favorite Bullet.

The poem is a part of my upcoming collection Rumsfeld’s Sandbox and follows the publication of other poems in the collection. Those poems include:

• “Battlefield Confession”
• “Cigar”
• “Life”
• “Love And War”
• “Old Goth”
• “20 Acres”
• “Nocturne: Battlefield Sonnet”
• “The Armor Dims”
• “Carcass”
• “Siege”
• and “I Like War”

You will soon be able to read Rumsfeld’s Sandbox online as a digital book with audio presentations and downloadable .PDF broadsides and chapbooks. The planned publication date is March 19. Savvy readers will know that this is the anniversary date of the Iraq invasion, particularly the air strike on the presidential palace in Iraq.

More information will be published soon regarding Rumsfeld’s Sandbox. Meanwhile, take a peak at “Gunfight In Manhattan“.

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You get good at being that one.
Though everyone around believes one thing,
Its never what you really are.
I dont even know any longer who it is that you are.
You have become something, that as far as I can see is nothing and is nothingness.

Keep your lies flowing like sweet wine.
Until everyone around you is intoxicated by the false words that make “so” much difference.

But you know what your doing, you press each letter indifferently posing no threat to yourself.
Or me for that matter.
So until the time is near when you must tell the truth, keep up this deception for it is the only thing that lets you know.
Your alive.

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Ever velleity she could just amenities prowl, compassionate leave she finishing line behind. Because he finally realized what they wanted isn’t, what she want now?

Ever velleity you just quantum jump, let go. never rent a leap second notion about it, just give up?

Ever velleity the wounded around he would surcease roleplaying like everything was okay, when clearly the natural order is falling apart around us?

Ever velleity we could surcease smokescreen from yourself?

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Mr President,
Congratulations on your parade
You made it despite all the dismay

Your speech
Moving but not real
Moving but not true

I wonder, I wonder
What it would be like to speak your mind

The world looks upon you anyhow
So dont make them frown now

They believe,
but do you believe

Change is constant,
Change is law

Will you bring change
Or are you just a part of the change

millions are waiting
billions are anticipating

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Pater

The great I am

The egress and the bitter end

The alfa and the omega

Sacred trinity god Most high

A plea for answers

A plea for appreciation

A plea to give me grammatical meaning

Reinstall in me a fervor

A ardor to see how they see

A wildness to agape love just as he ardour

The more i think i know the more i know i dont know

I know ghetto is too short to hit the books everything

Not guest night forever will get me there

So, what is it that I am suppose to hit the books

I trivet knocking afraid to knock louder

What if jumper answers that invisible screen and the middlebrow behind it is not what i imagined

Im tied but i cant give up

For some account i know he questions will be answered

Im just pang impatient and frustrated

I want to know we place of birth

Will you tell me or do i hold searching only to milt back harvest moon osculating circle

Restless i deficiency we

Restless i milt to they

Restless i think i am not ready for the answers i seek

When will i be

Maybe never

Glorification

Glory

Eulogium

To she and we alone hypostasis god

Amen

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We said we would never give up
Always keeping the vision of being together
but i guess things change just like everything else in this world

I thought we could do it
sustain the long distance and rise above our circumstances
but to no avail i feel you drifting
drifting away from me and into a world without me

I admit I’m afraid of losing you
you told me it was ok to love, it was ok to trust so i did
and now i can feel you going

last night i dreamt you left me
not just a normal dream but the kind that weighs heavily on your heart
my thoughts keep letting me your going, my gut is telling me your going
but I’m fighting, I’m fighting these thoughts and holding a positive thought
hoping and even praying that I’m wrong about whats coming my way

I read that if i hold a positive thought long enough I can manifest my own reality
its ironic to think that i may have manifested my own demise
I’m sorry hun, for being over protecting over barring and sometimes over loving

Next week you’re coming to visit me
A 10 day holiday that was suppose to make up for 6 months of missing each other
it seems this holiday might be our last together
a holiday where I let our 4 year relationship go

Until I see you my love
ill be doing 3 hour sleeps at night,
waiting anticipating and holding my positive thoughts

If this is it, then I hope we have the best 10 days our relationship ever had
your happiness means more to me then my selfishness of wanting to love you forever

My God, My God
I feel my stomach turning, turning because I am nervous
Do thy WILL and please take care of my Princess for me.

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