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If only I wrote those lyrics... If only I tried harder in school... If only I spent more time with her... If only I finished that program... If only I learned how to sew... If only I took his keys... If only I said something... If only I went for it instead of... If only... To wonder on future events, is to dream. To ponder on the past may lead to regrets. But to live in the moment... To live in the moment, is... to... Live. Notice the details. Admire and appreciate the beauty that is around you, right now. It's so easy to get caught up in the what if's or the historical traumas of your life, but just for this moment, live.

I am a man who cares about ethics, morals, principles. Injustice #1: Is it fair, that as a new homeowner, I did not know to fight my appraisal of property value and now that the time has come and gone, my mortgage payments have sky rocketed? They tell me, there is nothing you can do. Sorry about your bad luck! What would be fair is... as a new home owner, there should be a grace period. By the time I learned of how the hike in property value would affect my escrow, it was too late. Injustice #2: Why are basic economy airline tickets non-refundable and non-transferable? My parents planned a trip to Texas for themselves and two others. The two others are no longer going and on behalf of my parents, I called United to try to either, get a refund for the two tickets or have my brother substituted. I talked to a United representative over the phone and he told me that there was nothing he could do for me. Sorry about your bad luck! AGAIN! Was it fair that my parent's paid for tw...

The metal threads of silver and slivers slip into the tips of an ungloved man. A boy in the way he thinks of rescue. Like someone won't be there, so he'll do the saving. The wire pulls in the vertical drop of dark matter with no stop and the mirror only reflects back present time and hides away what's to come. He wraps his mind and focuses his eyes on the eyes staring back from the darkness. They look just like his and in true glow like his mother's, his hair and chin seem appropriately place. Still the steel rope pulls and he anchors his stance and stays in his plant of earth and human grip on gravity. Shoulders tense, cervical bends and biceps to forceps to floor steps... closer in. Now the inches can be measured nose to nose with his dark passenger. Teeth grind away the dentin to expose a canal built for sugary hell, screaming in hot white sudden pain like his nerves are strings tapped into his brain, like his dreams made him feel in his earlier days. A man dressed...

I am cancer. I am that tiny fragment of coding that doesn't belong. I will replicate and rebuild without ever intending it. The pieces of me that resemble normalcy is a mirage and I got inside your thoughts as easily as I entered past your first line to the marrow where we all began. Toxicity. Tragedy to follow and I can't stop. Everything turns to shit. Every intention, every promise, every word is a technique. So damaged and soon you will be too. The world won't know what hit em until its too late. Every soul will wave and ache with shame and pain as I penetrate the purity and fuck it all up. A cycle lives on in me and as I pursue eudaimonia, with syzygy effect, a trail of bodies leave the trace of my comings and I push forth towards new souls and new stains. I want to be free from my catastrophic parameter of poison. I want to be fixed from my fear of failure. I want nothing more than to be normal. I'd ask God to take away my gifts and allow me the process of well ...

In how the lust, fiery passion drives, pushing through my veins,  past the cells and fragmented free floating fibers,  to ignite like a heat splash of sensational starlight on my skin.  A magnetic pull, inch to inch squared, increasing never ceasing to amaze my thirst for you.  The scent, not just intoxicating, but eye-shutting, heaven-like euphoria.  Olfactory pleasing, brain centers detonate fireworks in collage paintings  like forever swimming ink blots of Freudian examinations.  Unseen from human eyes, but experienced through open nares.  Tasting keratinized sugar epithelium, while irises lock,  soliciting the true desires you want implored,  whisper the pleading punishments deserved  as my fingers run the clock on your  circular supple muscle,  grazing your thigh,  moving inside towards the paradigm of another splash of hot acuity.   The rattle ...

Felt disillusioned by the tales told and her worried way of responses. The stars hung lower, air stood still in a chilling bite of a supposed gentle wind. Why we live here, is a question in need of answering. Latches buckled so tight on my abdomen like welding me shut from a life once lived open. I walk, one foot in front of the other, unconsciously accomplished before and now intra-personalized procedure. Never forgot how to walk but stumbling over anything that's not you in my mind. Our apartment is starving for an argument or any heightened sense of emotion. Like every morning lately is filled with the aroma of coffee and funeral. Too calm, like an apparition, in the air and our motions to make note of progress. Ice on the trees wait patiently to crack, chapped lips, soft kiss but only when you sleep. The distance from my couch and your bed continues on.... further each funeral. For what I perceive and the play you starred in were mere poetry of false intentions. Now, is three ...