mindofclay

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[mindofclay]

there's an argument around the corner

& a nostalgic song behind me --

cornering a certain emotional memory

& I'm not quite sure how I feel about it --

so I decide to sit in it

until it starts to burn a little --

and then I just want a little more.

sometimes, hunger is the closest

you can get to having a meal.

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An enemy birthright,

Unnurtered nature

& heavenly expectations.

.

Heads rearing ugly

Under bridle.

We groom our brides

& forget redemption.

.

The sum of parts,

Build on, ride on, marry.

Leave nothing behind.

.

Who is jealous for us?

Patient and angry,

Tables flipped in our name

& the weight of being named.

.

To curse a name

Or a cry of love;

Sunset or sunrise,

Nature shines through.

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will you untie your sons?

will you unchoke your bride?

.

found, but without a name --

no tags, no shame, we abide

within a tension between truths

which we have named "God."

.

Redefining & Reunderstanding:

Redemption is (but)

Remembrance.

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There's nowhere to go.

Spoiling for a way out;

Now what?

.

Ultimatums &

Parked car conversations:

Gaining sea legs.

.

We need the help

No one can give us

And we laugh at pain.

.

Keen myths of

Random selection:

Protection or distraction?

.

We find ourselves

In the lives we have --

Pulling at bootstraps.

.

The truth needs

Convincing.

We all need

A little convincing.

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Ash in my water glass

And Noah's procrastinating

On his little ark.

Why do we choose to live

Where hurricanes try

To destroy us?

.

Past the point where

We decide it's easier

To ride out a storm:

Do we remember

If we ever hated the rain?

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2018

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The little flag of rebellion flutters lightly

From the far off winds of a storm

It knows nothing of.

The butterfly effect is a story given

To us by a God who knows

No act is only good or bad.

And heaven is a hope we hold to

In leiu of a sure knowledge that

What we do matters.

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No island is a native

And never did a mountain

Crown itself.

.

Nothing ever stands

Without the means

Of everything

It might be made of.

.

In a heaven of equality,

No one would ever have a name.

In a world of value and beauty,

Everything must be shared.

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as I stare off

trying to find a new

plane of thought,

I peripherally notice

at least three people

subconsciously prompted

to raise their heads --

their brains having seen

my upturned face --

and I wonder

if we have a duty of,

or obligation to,

connection -- or --

is it a secret hope,

a cry so primitive

that we dismiss it,

thinking it to be some

instinct so silly --

discrediting

our very own nature.

.

perhaps humanity is corporate

and individuality

is a statue, something made.

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Incidental suffocations --

When self-fulfilling prophecies

Are given away;

Accidental weapons.

.

Consider it manslaughter

Of the first degree,

My own demise & my own hand --

Yet by your irreverent philosophies.

.

If I refuse to take,

To gerrymander,

Your default is a massive lie --

You'll get the ship

Because I was commander.

.

In so much that my steps

Are your gain,

I've no way, no lane.

.

To give is to give,

But to not give back

Is to only take away.

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a solitary cemetery scale:

...wavering woeful weights &

......deliriously daring desires --

an impossible balance of biblical proportions.

.

grand galavanting goals:

...hypocritically high hopes &

......right and wrong realities --

a righteous chase of true romance.

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the altar

I'm a sleeping disciple

worth a penny over two dollars --

I'm a half-baked idea

adorned in drugless guilt --

I'm a plant without roots,

planted, but forgotten --

I'm a weeping Jew

Who has no name for God --

I'm a grammatical error

on a well meaning protest sign --

I'm a lukewarm cup of coffee

existing in a purpose unfulfilled --

I'm a child of God,

adopted by myself --

I'm a horror story

I can't seem to put down --

I'm a miserable mistake machine

built by a deistic genius --

I'm a cold cup of water

for the poor and needy --

I am the poor and needy,

thirsty, thirsting, searching --

I'm as royal as anyone

and as low as nobody --

I'm everybody, I'm everyone --

(dear G--d!)

I'm no longer being undone,

I am being untied.

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goodbyesummer | thankgod

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Pisgah, North Carolina

2017

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North Carolina

2015

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A day in the life of a bachelor.

South Carolina

2017

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solitude

in Prague