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gushing like water
floating on air
my lungs fill with breath
my bones are laid bare

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Everything is relative.
Everything is perfect.

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movement

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I can see the reflections of the street lights underneath your eyes.

It's hard not to smile when your smile's so bright,

like the sunshine that is outside during this summertime.

I think I just might, kiss you.

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Four Friends at Five in the Morning

With a stuck out head looking up,

I see black trees and stars in the sky.

City stars more specifically.

While morning is barely breaking into the night.

A quick switch of ideas,

and gears leads us to pools and puppies.

What momma thinks is wrong,

the kid thinks is right.

Adult consumer goods,

with wet feet is lovely.

Time passes by as we are laughing,

so it made for a good-goodbye.

The best things in life are nothing.

They are more than things, they are relationships.

dedicated to: Garrett, Gian, Mai-Linh, and Pat

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Please Do Not Feed the People.

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A poem about rainbows

Look at the rainbow spanning the city.
It's sublime right?
It marks a complement that is ever so fitting.
Sometimes at night,
I'm with you in a lovely luscious lake of lime green sitting,
And wading in the waters underneath the rainbow as it provides the light.
When I'm on my deathbed my milky mouth's movement will be slow as I'm wishing,
For you, me, and everyone else to be in a land where day lives with night, and there is nothing but rainbows in our sights.

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hate is wack, and love is dope: what do you see?

The night nighs everywhere in time,
Even when it's daylight.
The subtle soft-shock of the sun scrapes the inside of my skin.
I hide in a deep darkness to never be discovered.
I hate it.
Sweet semi-toned sepia-tone sun color seeps through my bed sheets.
While I'm underneath the covers a smile is drawn upon to me.
The morning's glow fills me up with its' warmth.
Even though it's storming, and even though I'm torn.
I couldn't be happier.
I love it.

dedicated to mai good friend

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Everyone hates seagulls. I will kill you seagull.

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Chestnut Ridge Park, 2010

See the Dopeness?
Clouds ripple with loveliness,
moon is pure.
See the Wackness?
Something unattainable
except for the flawed
imitation.

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The Richardson Towers were designated as a National Historic Landmark in 1986 by the U.S government. This, as well as the fact that it was one of the greatest architectural structures Buffalo, NY has to offer, gives great appeal to many urban explorers. You can find photos taken by people who have broke into this mammoth of a complex all over flickr and photo bucket. These towers give off an eerie and intriguing vibe to my neighborhood, the Elmwood Village, and I love them. They were designed by Henry Hobson Richardson, hence the name Richardson Towers, and the landscape was designed by everyones favorite, and my boi, Frederick Law Olmsted. I am moving further away from the towers in the fall, and it makes me sad that after all of these years I have yet to illegally trespass these great towers, So, with that being said, who wants to break into them with me!?

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The lovely locust

In the village of locusts located in northwest Africa; locusts become alive, fit into their bodies, eat their body weight in plants, swarm, reproduce, then die. That is all they ever do, and all they have ever been doing for the past tens of thousands of years . However, today something unordinary is happening in the village. A female locust is born to live, and comes into this world laughing. A locust has never laughed before, and all of the locusts gather around to witness the obscure occurrence in amazement. Suddenly, all of the locusts are able to communicate with words rather than buzzes, hums, and songs. Suddenly, all of the locusts are enlightened.
The first thing the lady locust sees after opening her eyes from laughing is death about to occur among an elderly locust as a group of youthful locusts begin to trample over him. She rescues the elder from the trauma, brings him to safety, and asks:
"Are you alright?"
"Well, of course I'm fine, but you could have just let me die."
"No, never! As long as time has us nigh*, I will serve this life, our life, for us to live together."
"That's lovely. You are a lovely locust."
The lovely locust embraces the elder and with empathy sheds tears that heal the elder's wounds.
In celebration of being happy for the first time the locusts decide to swarm to Great Britain. The lovely locust pleads for all the locusts to stop and that she will die in twelve hours if they do so. The mayor of the village confronts her:
"What are you talking about, lovely? We can talk now, we are happy, we can live with the humans!"
"They don't know who we are, they only know who we were. Our ancestors, and those before us ruined the trust of the humans due to a lack of higher consciousness and infestation."
"Oh, come on our ancestors weren't that bad."
"What? We are related to the eighth plague, mayor. Trust me, all they are going to is contact professionals to terminate us."
"I believe you, but it is too late. The swarm has already taken off, and there is no turning back once there is a swarm; you and I both know this."
"Well, lets have fun right?"
"I agree, lets."
The mayor and the lovely locust head for swarm after a hearty meal and many laughs.
The swarm reaches Great Britain and heads into the city. Professional terminators are called in and the lovely locust laughs at the site. She scoops down to the eyesight of the head terminator and says:
"What's the difference between you and I, my love?"
"This."
The head terminator then proceeds to squash lovely in-between his thumb and index finger. All of the locusts lose their enlightenment, vocabulary, and higher consciousness. The end. Be happy, we are in heaven.
Psalm 2:4 - He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision.

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Glorious, dirty water. So unfortunate, so lovely.

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HARD

As the rain pours down hard
ill let go of my head
and let go of my heart
kicking those autumn leaves
in disbelief that we have been
torn apart thus far.
The light love of lightning leaves my sights in seconds
disappearing into the thin cold blue and black darkness
what has happened i seemed to have slipped sliding down
hard.

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I miss you (dedicated to you)

I know how it feels to love someone.
I know how it smells, tastes, and sounds.
I know that these tired tears trickle down each cheek.
While you are bound for a special specimen, more specifically not me.
Ch-ch-chaterring teeth crushing down at my fingernails, while I go back and forth rocking.
I don't care; I would walk out in the snow, even the hail.
I guess that is what depression does to me,
by dropping my confidence till its got me.
I know you are normal,
and I have issues.
I ran out of tears
for my tissues
because
I miss
you.

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Life: Go for the ride

to the left
run,run,run,run
stop.
to the right
run,run,run,run
stop.
Wherever I go,
It will Not Change.
Whether I choose to,
Stop or run away.
My mind often shifts to
An altered state.
While my feet rest still,
and my arms comfortably by my side.
It takes two hemispheres to equal whole life,
And the product is us being alive.
But!
Some hemispheres are at war,
and some are at peace.
Take things in stride.
And your mind wont be sore,
your mind won't be weak.
Go for the ride.

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