of mice and mythos

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there’s been some time
some time
that I thought it was okay
okay to watch you chase them
and return to me
and I was the cheese

but in this fucking maze
in this maze
that is God given and man made
concurrently
I am not settling as a prize
im.not a trophy
I am every mother fucking turn
the right turns
the wrong turns
the left turns
the dead turns

yet you choose the distractions
generally blonde ones
the detours
don’t the yellow caution lights
mean a thing to you?

they mean more than a thing to me
they’re like mother fuxking lightning bolts
reminding me of the power that
energy really has
and this shit about the
energy in
creation = destruction?
yeah. I feel that.
its the equation that helps
me to understand
what jealousy actually is

some kind of angel

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I still think you are
some kind of angel
one of those warrior types
like in antiquity
with metallic armour
hanging over your shoulders
while I gawk in awe

I grabbed onto your shoulders
but couldnt hold on
because I’m mortal.
so into the sky
I soared in some kind of trance
over the patchwork hills
looking for more shiny things…

is this why they call it falling in love?
because i fell in love
as you flew away

wake up

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it’s been awhile since I could
even let myself go there.
or here.

stop thinking.
stop looking.
stop feeling.

new pathways
override
the old.

but I’m drawn to nostalgia…

and there’s something about
the old paths…
like those low hanging branches
that create a mystic ambiance…

it evokes
it ignites
and wakes me the fuck up.

***remembering***

what we are made of

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wishing you a happy Valentine’s day
the cuddly kind where
someone you love
gets to curl up
against you like a little kitty
purring

the surprising kind, too
where your room’s filled
with helium balloons
that you pop
one by one
and you’re showered
with flower petals

and mostly, the magical kind
where your soul
gets to connect
in bodily form
thru any of your senses
chocolates, wine, cheese,
passionate touches

because this is what we’re made of