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Restless Nights

A restless mind

It’s 1:56am. Tired. Stayed up past 6am last “night”. Strange dreams. Woken without my consent.

But I cannot sleep. I toss and I turn, and overheat for no apparent reason.

(Was reading about an ancient master visiting his master’s grave.

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Letters

Desert Wolves

Desert rock punks

A hurricane of bittersweet nostalgia hits me like a truck when I listen to those rough and growly guitars captured on my phone in that little industrial warehouse.

I don’t know if you know this, but we were actually starting to get pretty good.

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Meditations

On Truth And God

Ocean of truth

I come now, having pulled the string from my teeth.

Arriving at the shore, drenched, and covered in sand.

“The truth is God,” he said.

But who said?

And where did I come from?

The underworld is full of lies, and being thrust from it leaves one exquisitely disarrayed.

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Manifestos

Severed

Falling on my own sword

“Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.”

Yukio Mishima

It has come to my attention that when I become lethargic and feel trapped in my mind that something is off.

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Manifestos

Space Cadet

The lone wolf manifesto

As I sit here alone and write this, I feel enormous peace.

It is possible this peace can only be felt when alone.

In fact, I am almost certain of this — at least for me, in this stage of my life.

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Falling Hard On The Rocky Floors Of Reality

Truth is painful

The truth comes down on me hard.

I have been caught in a tormentful spell: the natural result of living in domestic hell.

I have been chasing things I thought I’d learned not to chase long ago.

I have come so far, but I have not been able to overcome the constant torrents life throws at a person.

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Automatic Writings

Seeking

A truth seekers poem

It’s late
And I’m still seeking
The keys
Delicately disarming, a time bomb
Seeing that which needs to be seen
Before a wheel starts spinning
And whisks me away
Before the marbles start rolling
In every direction
Nothing’s as it seems
This I know
And I’m terrified
Of what’s left
Lurking below
The fog

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I can’t hear you.

Speak louder.

What is it that you want?

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Meditations

There Is No Path

On finding your path

Not every connection can be explained.

This is when you know it’s yours.

The more unexplainable it is, the more personal it is to you.

I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but in a way, this is your “Godhood”.

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Translucent Strings

The unknown self

It’s never been more clear to me than now, that I don’t know who I really am.

There are translucent strings that pull me this way and that.

This I know.

And in knowing this, I have been able to slowly but surely learn my way out of complete and total ignorance.

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