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Alone with my thoughts Smokey scope from mental gunshots Still resounding off the table tops covered in all of our unfinished conversations.. Familiar sensations grow from familiar self-hatred Glass house inhabitant, but I still throw rocks

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a

I woke up to a smile today, I didn't know how to feel The warmth befell my slumber and unconsciously revealed A grinning mischief, a soul entirely tangible and wet I wiped my sleepy eyes to a backlit silhouette A touch of velvet, burgundy blood and oil Annointed spring's garden in a summer soil And as they tumbled softly intertwined like wild vines They became one body, one spirit, one mind One consciousness, two halves, once seeking to be whole, Wandering the world in sadness, running blindly from the cold. "Late Summer Morning" With love [?], Reese Darko

I'm something of a movie junkie. I love them! There are so many on my "to-see" list that I just feel I've grown insatiable. One of my favorite genres is the whole major disaster/end of the world bit, mainly because I am an extremely pessimistic person [unfortunately] and I have what I like to call a "final destination" perspective. Whether you wanna call it Murphy's Law or just bad luck, I have given up doubting that the worst possible thing(s) could happen to me. I'm not gonna say I live my life in fear of death, but that my imagination allows me to play with ideas of death happening in pretty much any situation.   Anywho, I just watched Jurassic World [don't ask me why I waited so long to see it in theaters]. It was so awesome! It's amazing to think of what magnificent feats can be achieved through genetic modifications. Magnificent, but terrifying at the same time. I'm sick of humans always trying to play God. I would not be at