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Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Make the most of your days
For you truly only get 20-30
Beautiful ones
The days you remember...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Make the most of your nights
For everything after midnight
Is either evil or an adventure...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Put your feet in faraway oceans
Revel in the laughter
Of your children
For you only get them
For only so long...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Kiss your mother’s forehead
Hold her hand
Tell her you love her
Forgive your father
Cry for great music that
Sings to you

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Love someone unconditionally
Forgive yourself for being
Who you are
Live with it
Let the worst of your thoughts
Turn to something else...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Watch the morning come up
The full moon turn to blood
Clouds race across the sky
Lightning streak above your head

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...

MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR BONES
BEFORE THEY TURN TO DUST...
I can see how poorly
you have been sleeping
maybe your need a new mattress
one with more foam
and less memory

or maybe its the blanket
you have weaved
out of the ghosts
you can’t stop yourself from haunting
maybe its time to make a new one
from the days you
haven’t lived through
the nights you haven’t dreamt of
the names you haven’t spoken
the days you could walk
through doors instead of walls
the nights you could walk
with your hands empty
of your rattling past

maybe its the pillows heavy
with the salt of tears
filled with oceans
maybe your head would stop
drowning in its sleep
if you slept on something safer
something lighter
maybe let the past
sink in its own wreckage
use those old pillows as tombstones
at the bottom of the sea
you can’t forget
but you can let go of

let go

let go

and lets go to sleep
Desert. Pile. Fire.You.Walk. Slowly.
Behind. Me.
‘What’re you doing?’
‘Burning’
‘Burning what?’
‘My Words’
You try to stop the flames
It’s all too much
The orange & red mix with the night sky

‘WHY?! WHY?! Would you do such a thing?!’

You’re screaming, crying.

‘All your beautiful words...’

‘Its the pact I made with the gods...
‘Deliver me this pain...
‘This anguish away from you...
‘And you can have my words...
‘Forever...
‘And here you are in front of me...

The fire is big...it’s bright...it’s out of control and long into the night

My Words...
Burn apart...musings...turning into ash...
Fireworks of poems
Now into the ether
Making their way into the heavens
Parts of nebulas
Black holes
Interstellar space

I’d give it all up
All of it...
For you...
If you think you’re having a
Bad day
Bad life

There are soldiers coming home
From a deployment
That consider it a success
Because they didn’t ****
Any children
This time

Remember that...
Those without vices will bore you to death with their virtues

Stay the hell away from these people...
Years from now you’re either going to be considered one
Of the many jesters & fools
In her life or her
King

It’s up to you to decide

And if it’s already been
Years
I salute you
Your Highness
She has a past that your mind will not wrap itself around fully
Her past will tell that little man
Inside your head lies
You know him
He’s the jealous one
The sleep on the couch man
The never returns texts
Or phone calls little voice
Little man

Ask yourself this little man
Inside my head
How much have you lost
Because of your rage
Your jealousy
Stupid accusations
&
Yet she stays
Her with her passion
Her glorious past
That she’s gotten over

Why haven’t you?
See you so far ahead
The curvature of the earth
You leave in your wake
We
Are on the same map
Same course now
Using the same wind
Under the same stars
To
Navigate to

One day I’ll board
Your vessel
Tie off a line to the
Steerage
&
Let it take us anywhere
We want
In this life or the next
Our coordinates
Will line up

My god I hope it’s this
Life
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