Writing
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Passionate Zeal Real
For the reflection in steps perfectioncould never be attained I’m stainedfor the correct for the correction,words used to describe the strain. I was intended to be mendedin a chasm I black fell backto fences in life never tendedthat today puts me closer to a heart attack. Let this leash theif the beliefthat ascribed by my Continue reading
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Fate Of The Late
Crystal ball city inboundI am found sprawling streetsto innate feeling beat traitssound my destruction my defeat. Humble I am at the feet ofGod above love is abundantas we mumble trouble odd loveconfounded as if an infant. Structure we strive for loreto make us untroubled souls.It’s not about who can shout,It’s about the masters who control. Continue reading
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Has There Ever Been A More Complex Person Than J. Oppenheimer?
Oppenheimer film review. 5/5. (Spoilers, Spoilers & More Spoilers 😉) Final Edited Version: The New Yorker describes Christopher Nolan’s biopic as Ultimately a History Channel movie, that misses its protagonist’s complexity. It’s in the title dated July 26, 2023 in the New Yorker. It can be found here: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/oppenheimer-is-ultimately-a-history-channel-movie-with-fancy-editing To some degree this upsets me. Continue reading
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Survivor
Reflect the addict is empathicthat at it I can look at it, combat a glitch without a hitchand the rod sparred no switch. I liked the spike of rumon my tongue I’d run for fun.Endless days in a phase wonI’d pray everyday I’d God shun. But thanks is sustainablefor now am able to be stable.I Continue reading
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Joke In My Throat
I will not talk shitlike an all knowing mancredence is givento the ones who stand. Action in reactionis only a fraction madeby those who respondto a beat a tune they fade. Think deep a rattlea tune I will relax trappedin my inner demons battleuntil I collapse. The meaning to the hardmen who pen for all Continue reading
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Harmony In Destruction Of Spring
Envelop tulips in sparrow tunes,no longer are they beautiful.Just a part in nature of statureof harmony meant to shine is pitiful. Everybody wants the stage I ragein my age that beauty it fadeslike the smoke in the atmospherechokes us in our place here aflame. The dirt is drier than many thingsin fall, summer and springI Continue reading
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Once Again Friend
Time has swept away, all that I would think again one day. I remember Decembers, and the games I loved I used to play. In youth fantasy is born and I’m reminded by scars I’m torn. I don’t want to impede my needs with my want my scorn. Haze of beautiful lips I miss, But Continue reading
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A Christ For My Vice
Forever is long and I’d complain.Why do some want eternal thingsto monument their ways just chainsconfound any art eternally vain. I’ve been amiss adrift and complyto the red eyed demons in supply.But I’ve never lusted like a demonfor skin to a degree where I’d lie. It’s not as simple as most would say,nor is it Continue reading
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Songs I Sing
It’s been some time, since the curve of your smile. It’s been some time, nothing to smile at all this while. But a bird sings spring, summer, winter and fall. So I’ll sing too until all the heavens around me stop still in appal. Continue reading
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Devotion
My legs they ache,but I guess I am the one to blame.The things I need to dofrom this aspect I don’t want to remain. From left or right the fightthe answers aren’t that simple to solve.The Lord is testing my resolve,persevere I hear in my ear no one else at all. Locked up by fear Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 