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  depression is forever deep depression is filthy blackened dark is depression then the gasoline or be it the eternal spark  are the flashes of resurrection just a continual mirrored reflection that occasional light seen at the end of lifes tunnel be it a simple magic trick with a flashlight and a funnel my mind cannot become a playground toy my brains juices continue to seep onto the dirty ground, along with its joy what happens when all is leaked out and nothing is left inside do ...

  i write with my quill from the puddling crimson ink well pumping quite steadily, into my right hand i write from the sitting position for the fluidic puncture i capture, no longer allows me to stand i write with the fruit that now runnith over, unable to decipher if i am any longer a man i write with the bleeding passion that leaks from the deepest reaches of my soul, for i finally can i write with new visions i have never for possessed, as climatic crimson circles my plan i write with...

living and lying, bleeding and dying sitting and wearing in wonderment, while starring gleaming and shinning, decisive reclining slapped and forgiving, wondrously butchered misgivings soulful fulfillment equaling good measure, devils sister saying what is thy pleasure deprivations rolling, fragrances polling, which one will win selective answering, life nor death, wording deceptions, fooling no one but self frosted fires, captured winds… sounds corroded, hollows within beaming foresight chewi...

you would think by now i would have all the answers by now i would have danced with all life’s dancers i would at least have figured out up from down would understand in my mirror… just who is this reflective clown recall so vividly in my bed when would met wood, tasting earth as the ground shook embedded memories now enslaved with all i gave… all they took these years on planet earth not absorbing smarter… only sponging up the dumb taste buds so raw, could once climax with a mere drip of her...

a true poet, pencils his spirit