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News Paper Chronicles Part 4

(A letter to anyone who needs it. There will always be better days.) Practice makes perfect so I dissect and open truncates revealing what'll turn over next Reset and fast forward I reflect back into my vest that lets a peek into my vessel that allows me to breathe statements instrumental to my soul Clean slate This state I'm physically in is only a rental that slays threw each day Each step that I take furthers me closer to my D.O.D. What a price we pay to fix itches that not only break our piggy bank but our riches True wealth is a living a healthy life including mentally instead of dousing it with stealth and pushing any issues you wish not to sell cascading well into a well worth wishing for a release to set you free Oh geese what am I even saying here? Probably what I would have liked to hear prior to this moment P.S. With erosion comes a new beggining waiting to explode and destroy what sets to intercept your joy

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News Paper Chronicles Part 3

(Karma ain't a bitch but a scorned ex wife.) Reciprocal miracles seek when similar actions rinse and repeat Only can I fathom stampedes of matches reeking of karma's blue print that avalanches, ensuing in a fashion so trendy Why else would anyone rent a lease opposite of a good deed? It's far beyond me A lawn I feed so neighbors show teeth hoping it's me in return they'll greet tomorrow Can I borrow is a question you won't hear a peep from only gratitude if it's what you choose to do

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News Paper Chronicles Part 2

(There are two sides to every thing, especially the food you consume..) Monster lobsters baring it all for show minutes after becoming a ghost. The thought of an abused puppy dog scuffs your sensitivity but what about the bob veal that lays in between your teeth shortly after you pay for what you ate? Pigs squealing as they take the ride of a life time to a house of horrors where they are hoarded, but aren't they're lives less important than mine? Aborted embryos that were birthed from a mother infested with hormones that alter the very flesh that hugs her bones. So why did the chicken cross the road? Probably cause it realized what the hell was going on and ran free. These are some of the thoughts I have as I eat..

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News Paper Chronicles: Part 1

(Today I decided to begin writing more and more on a daily basis, both for practice and just to pass time. So whatever comes to mind I'll jot down an post on here. In no particular order are these uploaded due to them being written on a news paper hence the title of the series. So you are not lost I will explain each one for what they are to the best of my ability. This one for example is about my conflict with sobriety, neither in a positive or negative light. I do not view any drug use as bad but just an escape I no longer need.) Brick wall, all I see is white Blank expression with in I keep stretching only to find impeccable nothingness Why even fret over this? Should I take a smoke break or binge on an alcoholic beverage? That's what caresses me so peacefully Are they a crutch I plea for? Most likely I need more is what I usually open the door to regret so I continue to test myself and see where I melt instead of freezing with each pelt that'll eventually crease me to fold Sobriety is what I'm working on to hold more tightly each day With age comes an agreement with no thank you A younger me wouldn't think twice to indulge in a brew Hopefully I can succeed and surpass all this Most likely I'll read back and laugh at this Cause past habits don't die but keep a close eye on me when I'm at my weakest making me believe on days like this I can do it To predict any outcome just study history cause it never fails to repeat

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Invisible Ink

(This one came about in just a quick exercise to shake off writers block and eventually started to write what I’d like to say to my father on behalf of my sisters and I but more than likely never will.) Whatever comes to mind you know cause writers block bit me like a black widow sealing shut any window that’ll let me go, loose So fertile I’ve grown used to it A fuse once lit it’ll never go out cause passion drowns me all around So astounding I see many more read in between the lines than most choose to ignore so lazily Anyways I digress only to pay a fee See you and me We are the same or at least the relationship that seeds the apple that didn’t fall far from the tree except you let two others rot along so easily (They call me brother) Only so they can sing the same old song many have sung before Eternal slumber So often do we take number only to watch you believe we don’t notice the B.S. you feed us like a president promising what sounds like a great fix to our present Each present you send only reminds how love can not be bought Rewind and trust what is truth cause you were the image I almost mimicked So sick it makes me to stomach the vision of how you’ll affect your daughters always hoping one day I won’t wait Instead I’ll stake your manual of what not to do an actually put to use the effort you let go to waste into my next to kin I’ll create You’ll never hear this nor do I intend for it so I’ll just vent never regret always accept what wasn’t It’s amazing how one woman could support our Eco system that didn’t miss a beat in your absence Concrete she never banished any means to keep our ship afloat Titanic our future should grow instead or reflecting a flock of crows and sink instantly Murder Quote and quote definition end of sentence period this story is finished.

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Solitude Among A Crowded Room: Part 1 (Home Is Where The Heart Is)

Language is the medicine that gets me through makeshift routines that everyone accepts with ease String along sentence fragments into theories and hope an audience ferments Understand where the source is Lying beneath walls bent to keep out the living cause in the end when we all leave That’s the true beginning of stagnant energy coinciding Absent of money, reputation Isn't it funny to think this game most stay playing is a trap At last I've come to stack of back tracks I can feed and read a loud to those who really need this Relation is bliss Ignorance can kiss my glutinous Solitude among a crowded room is what I yearn for So in turn I roll over to the conclusion that it’s best I don’t bother wasting your time with this mess cause if I let you in past my porch, front door You’ll only want to gorge in expectations and see me for what you made me into If you still feel at home would you be interested in a cup a tea, coffee Lets talk or more like can you just sit there while I slowly run out of chalk cause the grey cloud over my head let this moment go to ruins I apologize that I looted your time you wont get back cause a refund isn't my intention..

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G.O.D

Greed Over Decency G.O.D Puppets talk with analog monotone chalk that Influence pawns to walk never realizing their full potential to become kings and queens simultaneously Teach not with hypocrisy but with actions that lead by example or is that concept to much for our branches to handle With no double checking to balance visual reports that shed light to one side, why not buy every scandal televised just to find out later your foot kicks rim directly Power is key to respect which leads to currency next Collect enough and achieve accession in social rank no matter your skill For the sake of argument Pockets filled Never empty is the hill many seek What if green backs were no longer needed Bartering with actual substance that would give purpose to your placement in society was greeted How well would suit and ties fair among modern day peasants Tables flip bending a rinsed and overly repeated perspective A practice blindly accepted with out question Greed leads to money hungry feigns that fear each other more than respect Now Let's dissect our congress and senate With business degrees and like minded inner circle of associates that agree with indecent laws What makes you think we at all are safe from their barbaric claws scraping us as a whole so slowly most never notice this things as the middle class disintegrates How ironic is it when a police state of mind orders the confiscation of the second amendment with the use of it Do they know something we don't or is it hidden in plain sight like a sore eye False flags arise Greed's cousin pride cries for attention If it's against their intentions Good or bad Your way of thinking is labeled foreign also known as terroristic Equip this weapon of knowledge to your awareness More prisons are emerging than schools What does that promote? This drug is illegal cause they say so but they advertise 30 second flash visuals of quote on quote "There's a pill for that" Dope it up Don't keep up enough to no longer need our assistance in your kemo therapy We need you more than you need us is what they're clearly saying Why hold this power an not spread it evenly Maybe It's because of the religion most believe in G.O.D

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Number 2

Sunrise A paper awaits Underneath a paperweight While the writer awakes

The relationship Between the pencil an carbon nicks Trickle along a bread crumb trail That reveals a the life of the writer

Crack The pencil must be sharpened yet again

Grinding til a point Is ready to anoint Passion that can only be felt if read or spoke aloud

How do we know what is being told if the barrier of language weighs heavy like a grey cloud

Google translate Yeah that’s always great

Not a crack this time Only a dull mind That takes a cigarette break Not to say this pencil hadn’t needed it

A refreshment was on its way W/each twist of the blade This story could stave thru out Ride the tidal wave

Haven’t even begun to explain The state The eraser was physically in

This writer was on a binge To reach thru the page For readers to listen

Hopefully this effort was worth the wait

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Anonymous

One day a wall was built Maybe by accident Either way it was meant to be Free this wall would see all Never repeat any syllables To respond to any situation In fear of confrontation Was it sheer laziness that laced these decisions Or something much more than that Purple blue and black Would soon Become the only graffiti this wall knew Abuse was now such an often occurrence This wall would crumble Reconstruct Quick enough to shelter it's inhabitants They never truly loved the roof this wall would hold high Day in Day out They expected it No matter the wear an tear This wall would bear The erosion It choose to weather Instead of locking them out This wall would call out By merely being there No words said Only actions that led to a plot While a plot Was in the works all along Think not Of this wall as another flat surface But that of a purpose A person See this wall had a name Anonymous Like the secrets she took to the grave

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Hostage

(I view society as a place that doesn't encourage or promote the simple idea of growth. Were all held hostage til we decide to go left when told to go right.) Programmed ideals Constantly sealing the fate of hills That yield Short of mountain tops peeled Back Fogged wigs split on contact When static clears away Simultaneously reality steers a vague Alternative for eyes to see Take in consume Trade free time A black hole that vaccumes minds While green rooms prepare for stars to shine bright Remember Propaganda reminds Green houses are a crime Puff puff pass Ignore the green house effect And expect progress Fine I'll take that As a missed line Coke head try's Pepsi for the first time Instead Yet you wanna say it taste different Thinking we have more to choose from Than a soviet citizen Television tunes vision Caked beneath influences Made To be seen Adored Of course Its insane to think What we were taught to believe Is all meant to be redeemed By the truth News outlets Spews nonsense That state anything different Than what they're saying is dog shit Only then You gotta think the mind of a terrorist Could strike fear in it's masses Go out and mimic those exact tactics In hopes to extract the swift bad guy Nice try Wise move But tell me why You balloon The ego of talk show host That talk over those They invite Typically biased plights Against what is right With what I write I'm talking to Bill O Riley And all those smug politicians smiling While they're pig slits Fill pockets up They'll Equipped While we suffer when S.S. runs like a blunt

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Ice Breaker

Hello It's a set of syllables That birth quakes amongst jello Shyness hits When wonderment Of how ones day went Can't even be asked With out the feeling of being harassed Is clashed Against imaginary laughs To share bliss Only to meet what if Is it weird to say this one word if you're not my friend Make believe and pretend They need a helping hand What if we said a simple hello Would we cause a ripple in time Butterfly effect with life we call jello

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The Moment

The moment So hidden in plain sight Why can't everyone realize w/insight X marks the spot w/in sight Every thought catapults emotion reacting who knows what'll flow into action Take a step back an relax Situate all possibilities in the blink of an eye Unless cataracts is your cry for help Quite frankly This will only imply Your oversize pants need a belt Quick gel sticks to form a temperary Defense you dealt W/intents to repel Any regret you melt only time will tell What you should've known Hell I've grown the unordinary Into something I can share see Best believe if it ain scary An you ain anticipating the next moment oh so daring You might as well stop while you're ahead An get to folding Instead I've been groping collectable Stables Let all horses unable To stunt self vision Into what if fables Let me rearrange Letters can say sentences For you all to understand Make sense of What I'm saying Pick apart for the sake Of art Or embark Into pink matter substance You all can recall from the start Relation is the word of the day Moments are here to stay Take an replay Present Past Future It's all a state of mind A game we all play

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Peep Hole

(This story is about me reflecting back on my relationships with both my dog from when I was growing up and the other half is about a good friend I once had.)

Shovels dig graves That pale in comparison

Days collect Fill quick Crabs in a bucket Shucking one another Til they smother Full circle becoming one

Intricate parts that work together

None the less I must confess I still hold on to memories that fret All the while they only keep me upset

Have you ever lost a dear friend Deer in the headlights I was A helping hand he had lent Scoring A short amount of years spent Comply with a second helping of regret

Neighbors take notice to a rib cage that showed quick

A month went He hadn’t been fed I was only a kid

Ignorance was bliss Which now that I think about it Makes much more sense In retrospect

He showed me how to love At a time when I was to tough In texture Stubborn I wouldn’t detour My way of thinking

Each year we knew each other Seven years would cement Actually seven years is all we would ferment

Just a pup Claiming he was just another canine isn’t enough

Side note Let me give y’all a slide show Of a man I used to know Still do Deep below

If you can’t tell by now These stories I show Allow a peep hole to grow Unfortunately just mere recolations I hold

Should’ve asked more questions Got to know who you were On a personal investment

Let age have you Hindsight pending will always reign supreme Cream of the crop Loving thoughts settle warmly In between Both the pink matter in my skull And my heart beating

Sulk comes in bulk So it’s best to go with the flow

I must admit I turn my shoulder every now an then To anticipate expect let conversation to begin

"Yit an yahoo" “Tough titty said the kitty but the milks still good” I hear you say swiftly

You were more than my step mothers father A dear friend of my sister siblings an I

Ralph benskin Forgot you will not be

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79

(This is for my lovely girlfriend whom I’ve shared plenty of memories with. I don’t always know how to convey my feelings properly but I always say never to judge off a persons first impression but to wait til the fourth or fifth.)

I’m a poet Who misspoke So often I translate with broken receptors

To sum up the previous episode I attempted to show My sweet side The opposite pursued Like cherry pie gone sour

Id like a second chance To explain why I want our hour glass to last

In my eyes you stand out in contrast Towards any girl I come across It’s that sandpaper friction That’s got me constantly swimming upstream Ignoring everything in sight

Let me keep this as simple as can be You an I Who am I to put you on the spot Who am I to get lost in this emotion that confuses most who can’t quite understand how blind it can redirect you

February fourth That was the day the cherry from my cigarette Met your forest

Over the next week a course Of words In text form Reset our worlds we would soon learn a new

A week and some change We laid our presence amongst one another Could’ve been eyes but if I recall You were shy more sly then anything

Why was i so intrigued by your beauty Button up Baby blue Hair black covering you With its wrath Shit don’t even ask me I can’t explain it

We gone thru some hurricanes and tornados Only to grow from situations that would shake you to your bare bone Minimal so criminal I want to hold you out of sight For no man to excite Any idea of dam She should be mine

Call me selfish but when you see a family quite possibly chairs that be rocking you’ll understand what I mean

I love you isn’t enough A kiss from you can only touch me in a way your actions can make these caterpillars break free from their cacoons and flutter in my stomach

I wish I could clip those wings but then again that feeling is what keeps me reeling back

Cancer be our zodiac sign Full moons we treasure like no other You remind me of my mother whoa whoa Not in appearance But that quote on quote Wifey material

Rebecca Cheyenne Murillo From me to you March twenty second

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Progression

Progression That's what art is all about Your favorite musician you call out when they don't create like they used to While this exact moment goes right past you Clashing ideals banish any relation That once got you replaying Paved statements Illuminating the days you can't seem to let go Be honest though If your life was for show Would you conform to the comfort zone Or pump forth your craft you set to hone Home is where the heart is Nomadic My place of rest is sporadic What I mean by rest is for my thoughts to ease the hell up on my noggin Mentally leap frogging It's either build enough courage to cross the street or lay flat on my ass only to repeat my actions Kicking back relaxing When actual experience is my advantage Vacant microphones Allow me to flow My theories an word placements Razor sharp my tongue be a switch blade scraping Willing ears that appear listening Thats very least I need Any extra applause or remembrance of my name is foreign to my expectations So appreciation is greeted

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Time

We're all locked in this third rock box we call mother and a father that ticks away daylight with man made measurements Goo goo ga ga Baby talk None of this makes no sense Like picked pockets

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Marlboro Miles

A leaking faucet Pours in a balanced bucket Eventually that itch Will dam sure makes it's presence felt Like a felt pen marking a helpful hand For all eyes to see And all lungs to breath Whether or not it's self induced Or secondary An often reoccurrence Ensures dents in everyday living Nicotine will only bring a coffin sooner than one thinks Ironically coughing