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Dante's Punchline

Be sweet.

The internet is wrong.

Social media is not civil or right.

Vent in a pool of misery,

you come out a sad sack full of holes,

not even able to float on your own good intentions.

The hashtags are luring

a devil of a time with details.

Be gentle.

Blue is just green with envy;

red with rhetoric until pale and breathless.

The damaged finest.

Thirty seconds of news is not your world.

There are no walls,

hold open the door for a stranger;

you've already changed it.

Be a today worth tomorrow.

[justharleyquinn]

By TheAdamSwanson

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Altis enjoying his first run of the outdoor arena. #horsestagram #horsebackriding #altis #horsesofinstagram #horselife #horselover #horselove #coloradogram #coloradocameraclub #denverliving #coloradoadventures #barnlife #colorado #arvada #thoroughbred #5280 #303magazine #coloradolive #cowx #july #equestrian #jumping #equestriagirls #summer #redhead #chestnut #offthetrack #viewcolorado #jumper #schoolhorse (at Arvada Indoor Equestrian Center)

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Our handsome new jumper horse enjoying turnout in his new home. #horsestagram #horsebackriding #altis #horsesofinstagram #horselife #horselover #horselove #coloradogram #coloradocameraclub #denverliving #coloradoadventures #barnlife #colorado #arvada #thoroughbred #5280 #303magazine #coloradolive #cowx #july #equestrian #jumping #equestriagirls #summer #redhead #chestnut #offthetrack #viewcolorado #jumper #schoolhorse (at Arvada Indoor Equestrian Center)

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[redleafhaiku]

Those who’d drink from a 

bottomless cup are the same 

who’d try to fill one. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

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USAFucking

USAFucking Salvation city in damnation country, swear your flag; feel free to shackle your oppressors with the same chains. Caught in a mudslide of catchy propaganda, read between the lines growing for help. Masochistic welfare nation, passively sadistic, a gentle havoc of orderly gods spitefully commentating. Utter chaos as a warm lubricant beating off cold doctrine. Bureaucracy fisting from both ends. Senseless leadership, the unwashed communal anal beads; taking the law's inebriated consent into their own pearly hands, force-jerking USAFucking. Break the bare backs of your fellow man in need; willingly vulnerable to our most shared enemies, requesting friendship with the polarizing, raging inferno, while wearing our piously hippest, snowflake armor. Keyboard warriors fearlessly typing, poignant in disguises, from the safety of anonymous invincibility, with ice cycle fingertips wishing to expose the grinding gears of the world, to their own personal hell. Keep flooding the last flame holding out for hope to find true love in a one night stand, with USAFucking numb.

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We expected our souls to melt as we traveled deeper into the heart of the sun; but alas we only floated helplessly further into the desolate ether, for we discovered we were hollow after all, filled only with the most obnoxious gases of our own arrogant creations.

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Uslando

Why must hate be so potent and love only as strong, after we have already allowed our worst to blanket the world in unthinkable tragedy?

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Thank You Judge for your Alumni Contributions

Keep us panting for justice, not a light jacket kind of shitstorm. Barren isolation beneath the trampled tulips; his pig was justified. Tweets deafening with silent rage. Heroes were made to be quickly forgotten. Anger solves not a single brick to listen— social media stacking higher walls. Trashcan eulogy, inferno of well-wishers. Fairy tales sprawled out naked across shattered glass slippers. Behind that dumpster he signed his scholarship. Embattled grocers, diet of eggshells, dancing on top of fear and no consequences. She had a voice worth raising. He muffled the stars out from her universe. A nation bellowing for change until a new piece of shiny walks into the room. Oh look a terrorist. Oh how savage this meme. What were we reposting again? What next place setting to cowardly gorge upon between scrolls of tired and twisted thumbs; a deserving procedural distraction. Stream next. The world is at the edge of the ocean falling. She still wears the anchor. He’s swimming the golden coast. Keep her in your thoughts, at least until next week.

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Bartered Martyrs of the Midwest

Fallen hero fades, lay down all weapons this day; our battle is lost.

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The Summer of Missed Opportunities

May has no heroes June defenders becomes July pretenders.

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What Goes Around the Ankles

Broken stilettos, drunk off power, can't stand, world spinning needles.

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Vacation Over

Arms crossed, roses blotched, return to slow working death; not a place to rest.

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Prayers with a Brother

Desperate prayer at zero hour; continuity of the species holding onto vain, prideful banners of anarchy now,... See More when brothers are closer at arms to help carry this cross, heavier everyday. Enemy of humanity, this noble beast. Total catastrophe when we choose for nature. Self-help begging monopoly to call for peace. Only war can be our salvation. Complacent man is no man at all. Darkness is more illuminating than golden idol lights beaming down. Our shadows will be our saviors, reflecting who we really can become if not for the concrete suits of the jungle city. Primitive cloak and dagger, no masking technology’s spreading creep and disease. Spoiled sport facing the end of the world. Only waiting to die, then you are already dead. Settled soul is no soul growing. There are winged, shrouded, demonlike creatures in our many earthly affairs of the heart, who have fought through their very own personal hells to save us from the coming storm of jealous angels, trying to steal the dangerous flames which drives our faith. We are more than just soldiers,when leading by the heavens. We are not merely weapons, when wielding our own fates. Only here for the paycheck is no true title to your name. There is no contentment for any other sake but family. Desperate prayer at zero hour; I have heard you before. You won’t be ignored, tonight.

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Last Bite

What are the fruits of understanding when the Earth is so salty? Broken is beautiful, if you’ve got the right fix handy to make it through this Wednesday. Paradoxical eyeshadow brightening the long and winding tunnels in her eyes. Love the way she looks at me like we’re going to eat each other’s souls out. All I’ve ever needed to know for certain is who she has saved the last bite for… me.

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Remembering Where We've Been Too Busy

The past was once a sad day in November, a happy spring afternoon, but either way it was the past; it's time to shift our focuses to the many unknown excitements of tomorrow, otherwise, there will be no future to look upon, only us, stuck in the past.