April 2012
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“There is nothing more enchanting and disheartening than the slow dawning of the...”
– C.B.M
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“Sometimes in this life you must be half crazy in order to be completely sane.”
– C.B.M
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“The sweet spot of most relationships; whether its between parent and child, mate...”
– C.B.M
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how do you steal something from a thief? how can you misremember a belief? how can do I climb to the top? how do I remember how to stop?
how can I tell she cares? how do I disect the glares?
how do I find where to go? when I get there how will I know?
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“Greatness inspires imitation”
– ~C.B.M
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coarse wood benches bleached mud walls murky still water catch us as we fall cold text books sleepy starved looks teach us keep us catch us as we fall what shall we learn as our would turns the center of us all won’t you catch us as we fall no girls here boys pedal fear learn the reproach push us we’re close watch us as we fall
~C.B.M
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When I wake up
and slink to the bathroom I always stop in the hallway and glance at my reflection in the mirror half hoping that it will stare stoically at me and say “Me and you buddy! Together were gonna take on the world!” it never does though. It kind of just stares are me wistfully almost as if it’s waiting for me to do something…anything…just make the first move. I almost...
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Human nature is betrayed by the first word in its moniker and is by that very essence, bizarre. All behavior no matter how righteous nor malevolent is imitated. Only after understanding these two truths and peeling back that initial layer of shock and befuddlement can life; people truly begin to become interesting.
~C.B.M
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While at the doctor’s office today they asked me to fill out a form. A series of questions and dashes used to better ascertain just how much money I’m worth. Is that not life at its rawest? Questions and dashes; worth? If only it were that easy. I surely do wonder. Who is Life’s emergency contact?
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I think I’ve broken it; my life. I scribble my desires all over my face but no one seems to take the time to read. I spend my days clawing up this great infested urinary tract of an existence only to slip back down to the bottom as I day dream of something better. I day dream all the time. That means its broken right? My life? It’s not truly supposed to be this way is it? I’m not...
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have you ever heard the sound of feet beating the street the patterned hitched step sway of a zoot suit warlord who’s time tempered carapace is only betrayed by random flashes of violence and love their honeysuckle words can calm the most violent of emotions his will will redirect your life rules rule with a promise of divinity and a whisper witheld city blocks are building blocks not...
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Where The Pages Take Me
lost deep in another place a cold fastidious calm was painted along ridges of my imagination with all the sharp lines of Corsica a cough buries itself in my throat I look up the corners of the end tables and bookcases all seemed to be pointing at something I slowly slide my fingers down the bars of her rib cage and almost hear her shudder in delight a prism of happiness seems to grow from all...
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Fringe Erotica ~ 24.50
There she is again. Every time I get a glimpse of her its like I can’t stare right her. It’s like she’s peripheral; not there; a ghost. But she feels real, her kisses feel real. Each kiss from her lips leave little footprints on my soul while on the way to making my heart skip a beat. I can always feel the shudder before it comes. She always whips with her tongue; sometimes she...
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An Ode To Thee Monkey Bars
Ode to thee monkey bars tis through the face that I first laid eyes upon the stars tis under your metal embrace that I first kissed that I first floundered in the sea of love that I first learned what it means to work with calloused hands that I first learned what it means to be a man Ode to thee monkey bars might we all hang in there might we all traverse to the other side knowing that each rung...
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“I have always had the most strangely profound preoccupation with dying young....”
– C.B.M
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“I have always wondered what being a black man meant. Is it about purpose? I mean...”
– C.B.M
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I never understood the reason people would flock to zoos. I always thought it was because they loved animals. But how could viewing something you love, all primped and pruned in a cage, summon any other feeling besides anger or sadness? I realized at that moment people are a lot more complicated than they give themselves credit for. They spay and neuter the family pet, they poke and prod the...
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Free Write #135: Let Us Be Adventurers
I heard somewhere that it is possible to make love to the night to sweep all of the bullshit aside and just enjoy the climax of something that isn’t exactly fulfilling but never leaves you feeling hollow but then we think to ourselves does being kind of content mean that one is? content? or is it that when the feeling of emptiness is eclipsed by a semi-serious almost true emotional outburst...
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understanding life is a lot like climbing a tree in the spring just study the branches some are young some are old some have leaves growing some leaves never bloom some branches are swept off by the wind some are broken by idealistic hands or feet attempting to climb higher than their talent or skill would allow in the end the tree is no more worst for wear and just as beautiful attempting as any...
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why does everything seem differently the same? why...
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Couplet #8
there is a thin line between love and hate something like that tightrope walk across life and fate~
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Couplet #7
I think therefore I am? that’s like walking before you stand~
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Prose?: Cowboy Superhero
Expectations always seem to fall right? Like angels; halos are a bigger commodity on earth than in heaven it seems. Its like when you’re young nothing is to far; your moments are priceless. You very much are a doctor or a lawyer or whatever you parents want you to be; but in your eyes what is it that you were? A ninja turtle? A power ranger? A cowboy superhero? What happened to those lofty...
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Free Write #134: May Tomorrow Never Come
This is not some cheesy poem some reconfiguration of a crotchety ideal this definitely isn’t a question something muttered from the behind of a faceless class room this isn’t a proclamation either I truly don’t care who knows may tomorrow never come see its more like a statement than anything else please ignore the suicidal undertones I’m not some lovesick...
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Prose?
I have yet to conquer a day. By conquer I don’t mean dominate or control I mean that I have yet to attack a situation with the reckless abandon of an animal backed into a corner. Every day should be conquered by us all. Every day should be attacked mercilessly. Without the conqueror’s manifesto, without the warlord’s spirit, life slowly makes fools of us all.
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Free Write #133: When You Lie
my mother used to tell me if you speak the truth your voice can grow wings and fly to every ear in the world but when you lie your voice can grow fangs and poison people you love if you speak the truth your mouth can grow hands and pick people up bring them together no matter how far apart they are but when you life that hand you mouth grows rips people apart and holds them down she would always...
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“Tis’ a cruel one; fate.”
– C.B.M
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Couplet #7
Sign language allows the deaf to speak what greater good is there to seek?~
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Couplet #6
When life gives you lemons; make lemonade? That’s like trying to put the pin back in the grenade~
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Couplet #5
If you could only hear the pain in my voice You would know I don’t believe in the illusion of choice~
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A lie always seems to eclipse the truth When an adult is dealing with a youth~
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If only I knew how to exist It seems like our souls are made of swiss~
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Fringe Erotica ~ Past Due
“If that bitch…” I couldn’t even..I can’t think straight.
“Enough of this shit” I thought.
I’m going over there. I rolled out of bed and glanced down at my sculpted mlik chocolate body. I sleep naked. Being naked has always made me feel free…clean. I sighed as I pulled on my tank top, then reached for some silk pajama pants. I slid my feet...
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whilst in the forest I saw an owl white pale drowning in a sea of air shouting questions sequestered in a fortress of leaves graced with a cloak of mystified air glare that owl did I was transfixed as that pale being peered into the very jowls of my soul I opened my mouth to speak but that is when I saw it something dark in it’s beak bleak it seems he held the very sequence the curious...
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Couplet #2
Beware who you hurt Not all bubbles burst~
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Couplet #1
Creating to be is like being blind to see~
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I have always had a quarrel with the rain it drips and drips its afforded it’s pain but what of me? A man in a world where men are stone stone that will never taste the bitter tears of their own accord where else can I let myself pour? what a sour dance this desert does I guess a cactus does live without release since death does offer wanderer relief I guess we all shall remain cactus...
