Before the Sun

I'm a writer; I'm a poet; I'm a lover of all things Before and After the Sun

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The pressure of a thousand things Depresses my chest and lungs. The gravity of it all - intense. And each moment brings More vacuous, biting stones. Standing, the fomenting immense Encases me in a tomb where I squelch suppressed tones And strain my muscles. Breathe In a lung of dirt or wait for air.

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Our expectations With waxen wings sail us up To the skies and sun.

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Go to the garden. Pick an apple from the tree. They're ripe and juicy.

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Tao ni ma fa guan Wo ai ni ji ba yi shin My Chinese is bad.

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Belief of

Oh come ye glascow,

Start hence ye tepid

Grumble! The mast now

Stands upon its leges.

The time is no to stand

But pray or brace not. We

Rise now with might. Our hand’s

Upon His kingly scepter.

We sail into the Sun,

To the horizon

Of the morning. Begun

Is our last Journey. 

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I Feel Though The Cloth

I feel, through the cloth, the wooden grain,

Like the realness of moment, amplified.

The mocking perception, jabs, “Never again.

Never again will the pricking, solid oak

Press against your feet. The chilling rain

Will never pelt you, nor tickle your bones.”

The stark contrast, elated and full, is the bane

To my confidence, my composure.

I thought myself diffident; now stains

My eyes and ragged shirt, a tear.

And now, broken, I cave to the pain.

The harsh, scratching taunting my neck

Assumes its place. Blackness. The floor drops.

Nothing, evermore. 

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Sin x

I’m an acquaintance You only scorn in public, But secretly love.

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Sunsets

Sunsets over dusk. Sleep. The night is dark and calm. Sunrise over dawn.

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Minimalism

A small infant wails, And others shush him, annoyed. Music to my ears.

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Diligence

The clock strikes seven. But I still have work to do. Another long night.

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All the world’s a stage, Forged from iron, wood, and cloth From a sinking ship.

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Tantalus

We see but can’t reach. Desire is the worst torture, Still, we want it all.

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Alone in a room, From a small crack in the wall A cockroach walks out.

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If you use too much Soap your clothes will come out wet, And they’ll be dirty.

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He’s a hungry fuck. Watch him run in slow motion. The honey badger.

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Think deeply about This cup of ramen noodles… Meanwhile I ate it.

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Stop to think about A this simple bowl of noodles. Now eat it. It’s cold.