Stay Gold

Poetry. Rap. Peace. My Spanish blog: spanishramblings.tumblr.com My personal blog: rinsereblogrepeat.tumblr.com

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No Answers

Answers left unquestioned

A teenage show it all

Confidence that overshadows

Fragile puppets on the wall

Questions left unanswered

As the shadows shrink to size

The veneer now is middle aged

And impish crises improvise

Old age calms the puppeteer

Acceptance he’s unmastered

Answers rightly questioned

Rightly remain unanswered

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NOW

A thought thought never stops 

But behind it, you can watch 

As that single note of sound 

Fades out to the around

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Behind the Waterfall

This arises, that becomes A noticed thought, decelerates This action, that happens An observed thought, dissipates

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Track

Globe pins my shoulders

Own fam on my back

Forcing a bolder of course it rolls back

The cash isn’t flowing

It crashes, rolls back

Fam keeps on growing

Damn habits to track

Track calories and no weekends for me

I need to succeed

As bad as to breath

Wednesday, leg day

But weak in the knees

Friends say just wait and get the degree

Yet their habits don’t track as financially free

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Rhinestone Hearse

A rhinestone hearse with an empty U-haul in tow. The procession is loud but the spirit of friendship is silent. Ghosts of unfinished goals haunt ambition's most jaded corners. If I can't take it with me I'll at least pretend it was there.

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Keep Enemies Closer

On the edge without a plan in sight You've got a solution but you're not willing to fight You have to heal them with a cure you can define Handle their noise and yell Because I can't stop you You believe you can love with an instrument for war Stuck in the past with a pretty face Escaping the rock to a soft place You left at the start, shut down, lens off, and lost it Please stop, no energy, just frosty Strangers aren't strangers for the interview They straighten up to join the crew You're on the outside with a sinking burden you drop I would think you've silenced the nonstops As an adult, you suck at games Everything you write is lame Now you're quiet without original thoughts Every sinking burden you drop

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8CT8PUS

Obviously octopus’s

Outstretching reach always extends

Occasionally clings and sucks

On memories we both suppress

Obliging our past obsessions

Only obfuscates new found goals

Omniscience may help dodge mind’s waves

Or stay wrapped in it’s tentacles

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MOVING OUT

Well, the bare walls and cardboard

boxes compliment the messy

bar. Humming, the fridge

harmonizes with my pen

scratching and the bird chirping.

Distracts from the smell of sweat,

food gone bad in the back. A sticky

table needs wiping and the carpet

feels filled with crumbs. I sit

and write — tasting my fever blister.

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8CT8PUS

Compare you to an octopus?

Your reach extends so much further

Able to cling to my present

Memories stick as suction cups

Yet they don’t twist free of the tank

Tentacles protrude from your hearts

Still clinging to both of our pasts

As you dodge the roughest of waves

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POLITICIANS ARE LIKE MY JUNK DRAWER

Opinions loud and fast

like a shot glass.

Dance around scandals

like a dimly flickering candle.

Nowhere for the long haul

like a back and forth ping pong ball.

Impermanence despite pressing harder

like a dry erase marker.

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TIME

Habit trackers

The scorekeeper when we fight

Standing on our toes reaching out to it as penciled heights on the wall challenge us to measure up

Scrapbooks

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IMAGE

The smell of soap

settles the evening.

Dingy shades

from smoky days

close out gusty showers.

Outside,

horses stamp

at the lightening lamps.

Inside,

the stale smoke

frames the grimy scraps

of withered ferns.

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WHITE WATER

Hunting herons

under

train tracks.

Broken bridges

over

life jackets.

Beach blazing

while

trail mix munching.

Wet sneakers

return

as office leaders.

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Chicken Breast

Savoring Burger King chicken nugget fries with my brother at mom’s breast cancer support group.

I idolized the skateboarding teenage volunteers — dressed in hot topic’s best.

Occasional laughter from the women in the back room where they kept scarves in a basket and tried out wigs on barbershop mannequins in various skin tones.

Back then, Burger King had fries you could shake with cheese power to give them a nacho flavor — i’d shake as hard as I could.

Through 6th and 7th grade, every Wednesday, I sat in that kitchen area and did my homework.

Mom had dressed up her oxygen tank with a pink boa to make us all feel more at ease.

I would sit looking towards the room mom was in.

My brother would sit looking towards the lobby.

We both would look forward to the fast food.

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Deux

Twice upon a time  Repetition more than rhyme  Trepidation always finds  Webs spinning my designs 

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Still Leaking

You’re one of those leaky faucets.  I still haven’t quite turned you off. 

Don’t get full of yourself,  I have many of them.  But you are tied with words the most.  So when I notice the drips,  the drops, the dribbles,  I scribble.  Maybe read, maybe ignored, maybe slept on, I’m used to snores.  I just wanted to say...I noticed your dripping today. 

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Brighter Than Us

they love to mingle

to dance, to twinkle

sparkle and glow

above pillaging people