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 Jan 2015 Patrick N
W D Haven
Lost memories
taste like death
yet
spontaneous revelations
like
breath on glass
are the sum
of every second
in your lifetime
is your faith so fragile
you **** to protect it?
no notes necessary
 Jan 2015 Patrick N
SG Holter
Mouthfuls of lead
Cannot silence
Free speech.

People.
Poets.
Arise.

The pen is mightier
Than the
AK-47.
in the pleasure of discovering
words rhymes rhythms
i'm a gluttonous poet.

day and night
bite of my growing appetite
makes me sink low

i don't notice
broken pieces
shattered peaces
around me

i breathe in writing
eat and drink
poetry

crazed obsessed stressed
my poetry
like any other debauchery
is an escape ride
someplace to hide

i'm a poet
subservient
to the pleasures of words rhymes rhythms.
 Jan 2015 Patrick N
ryn
Needle
 Jan 2015 Patrick N
ryn
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broken.today•
some.pi eces.and
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ck•wonder.if.life.w
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ome.slack•while.
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n.the.dark•whil
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e.I.try.to.rega
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while.I.conju
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indling•ple
ase.let.m­e.r
etrieve.it.•
please.giv
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another•
please.le
t.the.f­la
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*together•
.
A tad disproportionate and rough but you get the picture (pun intended).
:p
.
 Jan 2015 Patrick N
wordvango
I spit
 Jan 2015 Patrick N
wordvango
on altars of make believe
because I witness suffering
even when I was addicted to self imposing
pain
I felt
the total craziness of religion:
179 die and one gets a miracle and survives.
Like the other 179 were ****.
I used to be addicted to me
and then one day how much higher I got
lifting or helping another.
It was no saviour or religion that brought me striving
out from the dungeon I was in.
It was the seed of empathy I had hidden.
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