"is anything as romanticized as true love? Love is mean, spiteful, petty, selfish, immature, and irrational; love will eat you up and drive you broke all the while robbing you of your sleep and your sanity. The only true thing about love is that it will lie to you; that and it will always have you crawling back begging for more."
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excerpt from my upcoming chapbook
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"Love truly is all you need; what most people seem to misunderstand is that it’s not the love another you need, its the love of yourself, which is an overwhelmingly, incomprehensibly difficult task. It might just be the most difficult thing to achieve in this world; the unrelenting, unconditional love of one’s self."
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From my upcoming chapbook
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"There is a very fine line between pessimists and optimists; with an optimist, people are impossible to predict but infinitely easy to understand; with pessimists, people are easy to predict but almost impossible to understand and no, you can’t be both. The real problem is that we have one half of people blinded by light, and the other half lost in the shadows; not one person is able to truly see clearly; the world for what it is. Furthermore…its almost impossible to tell which side of the spectrum you’re on."
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Excerpt from my upcoming Chap Book
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"We all have vices…some people smoke, some people drink. Me? My vice is that I prefer to live in reality. Not the pragmatic you win some you lose some reality, but the I shit, I lie, the world is burning reality. Well more than just live in it, I revel in it. Yes, my vice is the foolish grandiose notion that I can change this place, that I can somehow unburn the ash."
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from my upcoming chapbook
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"It takes great emotional acumen to truly understand that happiness is the only human form who’s very presence destroys the reason for it’s existence. To embrace happiness as a momentary folly in the distinct narrow line that is mortality, the comma in the run on sentence that is our perceived consciousness is an enlightened state few of us reach, it is also the bursting of the reality bubble, and the damning of all the little white lies we tell to ourselves; the truth whispers and lies scream; and for most people it is just better that way, sometimes existing is just better that way."
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Excerpt from my upcoming Chapbook
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"Attempting to live your life “right” is like volunteering yourself to submit to a pit of constant self -loathing. Attempting to get through life without hurting someone you love, lying to someone you trust, imbibing a drug of any kind, or hating someone you shouldn’t; is like attempting to walk on a beach and not leave any footprints behind in the sand. It seems that living, and living right are mutually exclusive in a lot of peoples eyes, it shouldn’t be. Life isn’t about what you do, or what you don’t do, life is about how you feel right when you wake up in the morning, and right before you go to bed at night. Walk hard, step deep, and every so often…glance back at the destruction you have wrought…"
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Excerpt from my Upcoming Chapbook
“Jive Turkey Renaissance”
~C.B.M
"I stopped believing in fiction a long time ago. I don’t mean fiction as in fantasy, I am speaking in regards to things like fear, self loathing, and hate. Those vile things we teach ourselves; pass on; and equivocate. Fantasy; imagination on the other hand, is something you can’t possibly learn, it’s kind of absorbed through experiential osmosis; insight, and to me there is nothing more real; true, than insight piqued through imagination."
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Excerpt from my upcoming book —> Jive Turkey Renaissance
~C.B.M
I love the chaos of it all
the anxiety
anonymity
the non-confidence of it all
is it coincidence that serendipity is sister to serene
calamity to calm
how its all so charismatically pristine
how prismatic an acumen
chaos is to us all
how do we learn to stand
if we never feel a fall
how do we learn to listen
if we never seek the call
for meaning is nothing but a question left absolved
some men think it wise
to seek meaning when we stand
if at all
wiser is it still
to scour the ground when we fall
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~C.B.M
I often dream of sapphire skies
where the tiresome bolts of indiscretion
no longer threaten to zap the people from their bodies
a jolt that blisters and bubbles up
painfully
but is so easy to hide
just cover it with forget me nots
and garnish it with lies
and if that blister is ever discovered
just gasp and act surprised
I often dream of sapphire skies
so frozen
so demure
I often dream of sapphire skies
so cold
so impure
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~C.B.M
the crush
the crush of shaved ice combing the under hairs of my existence
the slush
the slush of a sky made bleak from expectations
seeking meaning while looking up
is the fools gold
comets are made of
the shooting stars
are soothing bars
with which we encase
ourselves
are we keeping them out?
or us in?
do we break if we bend?
the crush
the slush
its all
just mush
just good
enough
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~C.B.M
23rd January 2012
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