Early morning voices and their strain, their train of thought wincing inside their choices, their collection of bodily fluids conceiving corrections on their behalf, pushing them into the next lyrical monumental momentous riff-raff, having themselves a laugh a hug or maybe a huddle before the next play; the next move you make, make it your best before your last use your past to redefine or destroy your future. You're a creature, a special feature of chaos and spiritual abandon, a fleshy meat sack a stack of cells and collective collision working for the benefit of yourself and if we're fortunate for others around you. Get a clue grab your faith and realize you're far from done, you aren't through; stay the course stay true to you but blowup outside your comfort zone, you're not alone keep holding on while others judge and grudge and lunge towards oblivious oblivion.
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Alphabetical Dismemberment
PoetryI was locked up June 2017. I've been out of prison since October 2019. This is what I've written since. The ups and motivations, various troubles religious struggles, heart throbs and pains. Love lost and found and lost again. It'll all be published...
