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Words
04:25
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You took my words away
When you sat next to me
and you said some things that I did not agree with
How time has come and gone
This cup of coffee is now cold
I neglected it while lost in thought
Destructing relations
Forging mistakes
and rebuilding initial glimpses of hope
You took my words away
Five years ago when you sat next to me
and you said something about my t-shirt
How time has come and gone
A perfect condition for phenomena
I've embraced it wherever I've gone
Forgetting places
Moving through spaces
Deterritorializing along my way
You took my words away
You took my words away
You took my words away
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A wooden chair stands the test of time
Lingering in the white walled attic space
Musty carpets sting sensibility
Steel strings emanate, sounds on this chair I create
A wooden shelf holds some books
and a light dimly shining
Mostly texts from [my] native tongue
but some from foreign shores and beyond (such speciest literature)
Some photos and posters recall
a time before I knew this chair at all
Ya we know, we live here
Ya we know, we live here
Ya we know, we live here
we live here
So please refrain from telling me about
People that I forgot about (I'm becoming-imperceptible, mom!)
I'm sick from reading and jaded on memories I wish I did without
I'm focused but drunk again
Solitude is righteous but being inward has its flaws
A guitar stands the test of time
Lingering in the white walled attic space
Smoky paintings sting sensibility
but steel strings emanate
some photos and records recall
A time before I knew this guitar at all
A wooden chair stands the test of time
Lingering
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Thoughts
down
on paper
Impulses caught on anchors
Reactions from me
Still
Wandering around nomadically
Saved by a text (book)
Titled: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
I know it can save again
but he killed himself before I could write him
Love is what I thought
Would set me up to
fall
Only my existence
and all of this modern nihilism
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In Transit
03:59
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Lives unravelled between
bus stops and travel
You can't speak the truth to who is close
but I will boast the insecurities
As the stories begin to clash
I can sense the fallacy
Who shall inherit the earth?
Progressive human calamity
The sky radiates and the forefront claims to save you
The sky radiates and the forefront claims "God Loves You"
But I know that is not true
Passing vineyards and highway homes
The biosphere will replenish post-human tyrannical (assault)
But I remain skeptical, we are our own greatest enemies
Lives unravelled between epochs and eras
Time seems to stand still between empires and catastrophe
Lives unravelled between bus stops and my travels
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