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Writing from Meltingneurons

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Gods, Giants, Children & Men

Gods, Giants, Children & Men

Found this unexpectedly in my drafts folder, don’t remember writing it, but then again I don’t remember a lot of things in the ways that others do at least.

I don’t know that the entirety of any story, will cover what I had wanted to say initially. I don’t believe that the ideas are wholly there, sitting more like clumps of clay waiting for a better artist than I to mold.

I had a moment once…

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Strangled to Perfection

Simulacrum bonsai spirit shining bright,

tendril bushings famously tiny

sit so perfectly tight.

Clipped to stand proudly small,

deficiency rests on laurels deep inside

where no one fears the height

but is aware of the fall.

Watered down trivia the company kept,

guessing games fuel creativity

while vices rumble and trouble

until tranquility arrives, envelops and sets.

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Fragile Bully

Tongue twisting word misted lofty ethics suddenly shifted. Verbiage awry crooked context, sand quickens sickens the truth with maddening lies. Bullheaded bully vacuum packed morals gone dead done right presented cleanly above suspicion heartless lips soulless head. Accusations flutter steer recklessly fly rashly land poorly eventually die. Miserable life distorted denial avoids change ever always en garde tromping a…

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10 Grams of Meth in a Toilet

10 Grams of Meth in a Toilet

I know a man who threw away 10g of meth. Down a toilet. Intentionally, during a moment of lucidity. He woke up from his dream. He didn’t do it for the posturing or the bragging, he did it because he had a fucking moment and things added up.

He saw his future was his past and all that was going to come again. The regrets. The broken relationships. The self-hatred. The loneliness and the pain.…

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Thank You

When I was covered in blindness, one voice called out with love and empathy, understanding, and compassion without compare. It said “Find your inner peace, be happy with who you are fear not the monsters in your mind, you don’t understand even what they are”. The sound pressed heavily on a head split wide with fears found measured pain to empathize sounded like it had shed its share of tears. It said, “I’ve…

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I Was a Stigma to Myself

I Was a Stigma to Myself

All credit to Emotive Brand for the image.

So often I would sit and wail about “why“? The frustration unending, the obsession ongoing, a gut wrenching demand to understand that in itself kept me from the knowledge, the peace I sought. Sick in the head druggie, psychopath, crazy as a shit house rat, lunatic, insane, addict, “something’s wrong with that kid” –

All credit to Stonetree Harm Reductionfor…

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Malevolent Melody: a collaborative piece by the curators of Blood Into Ink

Malevolent Melody: a collaborative piece by the curators of Blood Into Ink

Absolutely piercing work from an amazingly talented group of contributors.

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Shine the Light

Denial.

An imbecile with brains to spare,

if only it didn’t get wasted on recklessness and flair.

A heart of gold that’s caked in grim so foul by

denial in fluid form quite thick with salty accusations.

The entropy which held his corroded soul?

Only his own beautiful and despairing wiles,

his mental contortions and poorly calibrated machinations.

Knowing where to breach…

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Many Voices

The tails on most all the letters go wavy, curl left to a place they’re drawn to instead of from.

Many, however, jut down aggressively as though engraved,

digging trenches in the flesh of pulped tree skin.

Some lay delicate and feminine in their perfect order

others are hewn out with unkempt urgency and demand.

Each flourish, keystone whimsy given form

holding tight the lines,…

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Ghosts of words and men on Bourbon St.

Ghosts of words and men on Bourbon St.

Image credit to Destination America

Older man now still chasing the speed of youth,

that magic release it felt like when finally

words would reel off the end of mental tongue

hang lovingly over the thought of pausing

crash headily into a flock of fuck-its

on a once clean and crisp page.

Chase that dragon and his friend,

slavishly bursting with a desire to create

fabric…

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Changeling Duet

Something, just something.

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Fucking Schizo

If I saw the world with more love than confusion,

I would be less volatile and be more human.

So though I give all I think I can,

Reality is fleeting and leaves me half a man.

Another round of choices made and reactions gone all wrong,

I thought I finally chose the joy instead it was the same old song.

I’m sorry that I’m flawed and cracked the walls a bit,

It’s up to me to…

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Hey there Teacher

Fuck-ing bull-shit.

Hey there Teacher, with the faltering step and the windblown hair. What’s the story all about, the one you told from the side of your mouth. Where honesty met a curve, tongue lolled to one side and spilled out some verbs. I know it’s tough to turn the glass, that shining mirror which overwhelms the past. Where bullshit shines greasy like sludge, and all the distortions are…

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Bones and Flowers All credit due to MacSeam for the artwork. Spacious and widely set are these woven walls…

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Entangled

Twirling cosmos viewed through a kaleidoscopic lens,

existence looks fantastical, realities coallesce and transcend.

Vibrant love of colorful patterns shines out bright,

as the dimensions merge, bleed over, and carry us into every glittered night.

God-like moons enchant with prism captured beams,

crossing quantum divides that mark us closer than it seems.

Entangled in your…

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Kickstarted

Expanded and unwound mind.

Deviation with a shame filled walk,

it’s plasma bubbles in a tank of thought,

where they merged and had my sanity trapped,

nuclear pendulum of massive dis-ease was the fact.

Now nebulous and scantily clad is my sight,

but I’ll find my way home though it be darkest of night.

Incredulous that it’s less real than a dream,

where logic ends, existence is…

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Obscenity Cavern

Obscenity cavern, plastered with fucks, gives rise to the new age raised to bow low keep your head down, duck, tuck and roll. Whispered in stories, like the day it last rained, awash is the removal of freedom from failure, honesty and blame. Turncoats and bastards (that’s what they cry) mirrors twisted and cracking impossibly contorting as futility sighs. At long last there is sense, (though it echoes too loud) in…

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