GSV

So here again…

Another warden.

Another Pace.

Another way.

And nothing but a radio stuck on play.

Perhaps, cause willing, the listener might be heard.

Until Then, another Journal in Motion…

For the Ocean’s waves crest rough upon here captains bow.

The air in here does not hurt.

It can be felt among instant decompress; clarity in the air…

In the ear…

Kind of, a mind, or whatever is left.

And already the spirit SCREAMS to the ear that hears…

Much…

And again the sirens sing. Brava.



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Now to once again distract from distractions.

What will come to mind?

A better question:

What will find hear mind?

In this case, a Rhyme would be sublime, but across the tongue [pencil] now seems foolish.

And before too deep these thoughts venture, a mind not to plagiarize “Catcher in the Rye”, or risk sounding as a phony.

And then… it walked in.

Proclaiming OG’s return.

And a slap on hear table.

Quite an honor thou bestoweth.

[Quoted with eyes rolled]



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Tonight hear nose sleeps in a bowling alley.

Last night, hear mind slept to visions of Axis & War.

Not yet the act,

But the announcement.

And while is prayed such a dream remains only as such, by the air of recent past….

A different feeling is, or has been transduced.

Fitting as the radio plays Dire Straits.

It seems here spirit is already,



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Okay… Sauce got some bars.

Enough to throw here off guard

to actually see a light

in eyes that say would rather fight.

Maybe it will be alright.

Comrades around a puzzle

and mixed company of culture

observing fourth wall vow of silence. First day’s noble observance.

More charades than observance,

but a first step nonetheless

to see if will endures.

For…. Group now.



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Hear cannot bear to hear.

It seems that all might have the ability [now] to eavesdrop on silence.

What then?

Texans by Ravens

3 - 9

+1 upon watch

The sports ball in the goal zone.

And fantasies of fantasy.

Remember.

It’s just a game.

It’s the stakes that people add from the sidelines that make it dangerous.



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Conversation Starters:

Is a puzzle worth completing if you know it is missing pieces?

How does it feel when trying to think of something to talk about?

What is your favorite thing to talk about?



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Next game closer to playoffs final.

Bucks & Lions in completive rival.

All for one and another goal,

Then to a new movie schedule.



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Oft hear remembers in order:

Hate

Hope

Joy

Love

In that order.

And seared into memory.

Branded like hot iron.

Only to be cooled [briefly]

By view of a lake

from atop a cold mountain.

And [but] now….

Even a lake burns like fire,

And try as might,

This water does not quench

cannot quench

a fire cast by oil

in persian vains…



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Dousing such a blaze has made an invisible, inaudible flame uncontrollably spread throughout here temple.

And such a flame glows bright

Attracting, like insects

Buzz...

Discomfort…

And skin-crawling sensation.

And the repellant is not,

cannot be sold nor purchased.

And as the serif’s quill takes hold….

Here is to visions of the flame saying once more:

‘So… We’re not crazy”

Hopes hear can talk back.



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Create a goal

Then quickly forget

Until survival takes hold.

Another day.

Another test

Of minds forgotten crest.

And yet, here pencil scribe continuing a stream of graphite glyph on pulpous tree.

In hopes to find meaning in nonsense aimed to set soul free.

Oh what a feeling such must be…

And passerby a meaningless “How Be Thee”

Relation knows no acquaintance in such hollow inquiry.

(WTF is wrong with me?)



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SIRENS CEASE YOUR CALL!!!!

For this vessel can bare no more.

For a rock cannot find comfort between two boulders.

For the foam of salt water would cause eventual erosion of self-stimulated traction.

Of the rock’s accord of course.

And should a captains vessel find a proper port to dock,

Great care must be made in the hitches knot,

Or risk constant current sweeping captain’s pride and joy away.

But the captain must remember:

Pride is a deadly sin.



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[Sigh]

Inspiration isn’t finding

will to write past center binding.

Daft it happened once before,

And Poe had promised nevermore….

Now it’s known that birdeth mock

everything within it’s squawk.

Read and know it be’eth true

that blackened bird has mocked you too!

And everyone inside your circle!

And more, threatened most the color purple!

Now it’s time to maketh rain

the torment back to Raven’s mane

And send it back to the Hell from which it came.

FOR SHAME!



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A hawk flew center o’re hear window.

As soon as eye had gazed to sky.

Combined with thought of regent ‘nell

Cause formidable tears to cry.

For knoweth not what future hold

and said upon a whim:

cannot peace find hear in this life

and bring such out of grim?



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Too tired is this mind to keep

publishing words in fervent heaps.

While the topic of trust mock across all lips

doomed to fake arithmetic.

So tired of the jealousy.

So tired of the lies.

So tired of the same old song

that jests honor and pride.

And fuck again the pride be found

amongst the deadly sins

for now no happiness is found

except in broken storage bins.

But now if hear were to find gladness

in such niched form of madness

no doubt it would be seen as reckless.



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Hear hates the world that won’t explain

the true meaning of hear name.

Please remove the mystery

and finally fill hear head with glee.

Hear cannot bear to keep on guessing

hollow thoughts and pointless blessings.

Made to write why life’s not fair

in second grade…….. May hear be spared.

Please save hear soul from idle torment.

Give hear reason to commit

hear mind to a just and noble cause

rather than wrap with medicated gauze.



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For too much time now has been wasted.

Too many flavors never tasted.

Too many thoughts and sights and sounds

still just waiting to be found.

Cry and Cry and Cry some more

until it’s chore becomes a bore.

Then cry and cry and cry again

Realizing there’s not a friend.

None to help in dire need.

None to comfort thought so deep.

Instead drive by and call hear mad.

In doing so, you might be glad.



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Forced away a beautiful mind.

Everyone else will seem to find

something of their hearts content

while hear’s final breath will be spent

wondering why god has made

hear a puppet of jest & shame

and forced to stay alive to see

the pain and torment God causeth [me].

Yes hear has be forced to believe.

And renunciation finds no relief

for being one of chosen blood

means pain and suffering just for fun.

And all God said was: Sorry.



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A painted moon and star to hang

soon to become a chime will rang

for pasts present stir away

a choir that has sang

of things to come.

Was rightly sung?

Or is to sing be truly dumb?

For silent mouth spew foolish gaze

into distant empty maze

not knowing where to direct stare

risk intimidating maiden faire.

The only thought that keeps a mind’s

Survival state be kept alive.

For e’rthing else seems so contrived.

What a gust of psynapse craze……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….