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Who sat in this seat before me? Did they sit comfortably? Or were they cocked to one side rubbing two fingers to their left brain with the right pressed carelessly against a strange, cold window pane? On rolling, rain-spattered wheels, we find ourselves turning Over-analyzing and relearning the past in different ways Oh how the mind plays these mindless games While we pay the price of sanity, Self-esteem, comfort, security.. These are all things I never had Not saying it wasn't my bad, but how was I to know it was an early grave I'd be digging? Without it, I wouldn't also be sitting Here staring into a world of possibility Of connections to a stranger thru a shared struggle to dig these graves These memorials of lives that could be saved if only we could make a difference Change the course of this common interest.. Whether it was a brother, a mother, or maybe another We've had to sit here for decades pondering the same thing Where would this bus really ...

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