Generation Loss

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Forgery begets forgery,

begets forgery,

to the point that

even the watchful eye begins

to doubt itself.

Infinite renewal is not

continuous preservation —

what we forget accrues

and crystallizes.

The patina looms

the colors wash-out

and dry-up,

leaving behind bleached bones

and shadows.

Gaps grow

into gorges,

cleaved apart by

refrozen murk.

Even garbled noise and static,

is buffed away

by graininess.

The record becomes the message.

If you wanted to see it so bad,

you should have been there

when it happened.

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Obstructions

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Sliding down the oil slick,

slaloming between caltrops,

backpedaling in vain.

Somehow, some way

we always find ourselves

in new gauntlets.

The labyrinth,

convoluted infinite fortress,

perfectly designed for long walks.

Follow the thread,

listen for the echos.

The more you pull away,

sometimes,

the more it drags you in.

You can’t fault the bull

for trying to exit

the China shop

according to his nature.

Let him blow off some steam,

if he needs —

then put it on his bill

later.

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On The Record

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Hello WordPress readers!

I have exciting news to share, I will be recording my creative work, and will be posting those recordings on my Instagram.

In large ways and small, this is the culmination of my vision for this blog. I’ve always wanted to incorporate an audio element and now you can hear my work straight from the horse’s mouth. I am that horse.

Below is the first installment!

If you enjoyed that, please do consider following me on Instagram too. I will, of course, continue to post here on WordPress as well.

Thanks for reading, and for listening 🙂

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Hanging Gardens

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Please,

please stay.

I’ll do

whatever it takes.

You’ve come a long way,

and I know it’s not ideal —

It’s a huge adjustment

and you miss home so much.

If it helps,

I’ll bring the oasis

to our backyard,

to take your mind

off the dry heat.

No more mirages,

no more marauders —

only figs and pomegranates

in the shade.

Trickles of spring water,

date palms,

verdant vines

that wind and climb

up the bricks.

Brisk breezes

and reliefs along the walls

that tell our story,

it’s all for you.

This isn’t home to you,

not yet,

I get that.

Please,

please stay,

I’ll make it worth your while.

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Sun Poisoning

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Shadows of seagulls

soaring overhead

offer no respite

from the glaring sun above.

You could fry an egg

on the asphalt by mid-morning.

Despite reapplying,

by 1 o’clock

I’m scarlet like

perfectly cooked lobster —

If only someone

would crack me open.

But molting will take time

I wear my sun-dried shell

because I have no choice

but to be myself.

Today I glow,

but not with health.

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Echolocation

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Soaring on

streams of consciousness.

I’m speaking up

speaking up —

even if you’re not tuned-in.

Haven’t you heard?

I’m broadcasting

so that one way

or another

we’ll find each other.

I’ll spread the word.

Come dusk

we’ll find a spot

with great acoustics,

and sing our hearts out.

I’m speaking up,

speaking up,

because I have a voice.

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Tensile Strength

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Unfortunately,

there are some instances where

bending and breaking

can’t be avoided —

so try to be flexible.

To best thrive,

in your environment,

you may need to shift

your position.

The only way

to be in two places at once

is to split in half,

and no one wants that.

Be honest with yourself,

when you need to adjust.

The pushes and pulls

take their toll,

but a bend or a sway,

at the end of the day

means you’re still standing.

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Transmissions

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Games of telephone

only rarely end in fistfights

despite the breakdowns in communication.

Wherever the goal posts slide too,

just have faith your teammate

won’t fumble —

then upon receipt,

so help you God,

shoot straight.

It’s a game of inches,

where the slightest errors

accumulate

and slowly send your statement

careening off course.

How quickly we forget

when our ears

become mere passageways

for the words to escape.

But, if I’m being honest,

a mind like a steel trap,

on it’s own isn’t enough,

and does not a strong chain make.

Games of telephone

barely ever end exactly right

just try your best, given the situation.

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Mosaic

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It doesn’t have to be the end

even for a shard

of shattered glass —

that said, it may need to take

some creative liberties.

And rather than

spend all that time

on the mend,

it may behoove you

to mix it up

and create something new.

Even when rediscovering yourself,

there is no guarantee

that what you come across

will be familiar.

There is always room

where you make it,

every last step

brought you here.

In the end,

everything has a funny way

of coming together.

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Disintegration

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Watch closely,

as I fall apart at the seams.

Every crease

giving way,

every fiber of my being

unwound.

For now

I am the dust at your feet,

the gust of wind

that tosses your hair,

the sunlight

on your shoulders —

I am boundless,

the open sky,

the ether.

A crash of lightning

announcing itself one moment,

and gone without a trace

the next.

Listen carefully,

the thunder tells all,

from a roar to a murmur

the sky shutters,

the air reverberates.

Like the rainclouds,

I wander in circles,

I’ll change my shape

and return another day.

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