Strike them down as they rise up. Something meets my eyes once I know he's alive. Smiling, grinning, living. Outside of me in the heavens, it seems. The idea comes to my mind, "I can kick any addiction." My stomach feels full this morning. There's matter made up of energy waiting to combust at my hands. There are objects all over my house that distract me differently. My eyes look everywhere. Imitating my partner in crime. I have to play with my toys to be young again. I haven't dusted them off in years. Before I do, calmness. Words rise off a page. Back to the moment of violence. Imagining, visualizing, predicting. Hopes like spells in the damp room below everybody else. A job offer at a call center comes in. They tell me I'll get the company car. I ask them, "can I use my own plates?" "Yes, you can use your own plates."
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I must admit
You have to know how violent I am
Yet you keep casting divine energy into my veins
While I fear you alone
Faith in small things they say
A will to live for a nobody
My head is on fire every day it seems
You stoke the flames
There's something telling me you like to see them crushed too
I'll follow you wherever you go
Don't doubt it
See my heart like I'm NBA
Starved of feeling the strain a true smile wears on the face. Tears are quickly swept away whenever they happen - in moments when they should be worn. Preserving mutilated egos, their eyes never give light to the vulnerability of our condition. Living alone with many experiences within the chaos of a futuristic terror dome ruled by money. Life has spaces for transformation through humility apart from the isolation of the marketplace of late stage capitalism. Finding room in the crowded hallways of our dystopia is what's difficult. Lowering ourselves has become unthinkable. Every word of righteousness feels like ill will. Seizing up to the soundtrack of our own wicked victories.
There's other ways
Bobbing his head up and down
Tensing up with anticipation
The thrills appear endless this morning
New equipment comes in the mail
A dragon unboxed
Nothing compared to to the sunshine gurgling on the floor
Propelled by forgiveness
A new song gets stuck in my head with every kick
Dues for paradise continue to be footed by someone else
Brushing off the thorns of propaganda espoused from lack of knowledge
Beauty never abandoned
I could never imagine how splendorous
Everywhere I look is good ground
This capacity to revolutionize my every moment I give right back to you. A tool in your toolshed. Smashing, hacking, bending. Many routes lead back to a moment in the continuum well versed. Balanced in synchrony with every token accounted for. Peace with no bar code. A miracle.