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august 17th two thousand nine

835PM for us all to see

I’ll make tracks to the sun,

On feet of white lines,

Taking handbags of light bolts,

Leaving trails of scorched angels behind.

Did it feel so good Son?

Is that what it’s like to wish in foresight,

If time (n.) took the time to realise would time stop for us.

My vision only visible with bouncing light,

That sun emit, but hath naught control,

All perspectives illuminated, most illustrious beauty,

To make visible all that wouldn’t be so.

Thee, making all visible, be without force,

Without handbags of bolts or shoes of jet lag.

Flashing lights lead you nowhere, just as regular conclusions you draw.

No end in sight. But in foresight, there is so much to see. 

To be made visible, to be visible, for all to be seen.

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instructions for modern living

Now I’m using like I believe in God,

Injecting Him not only into my arm, but strands of sarcasm and daily contradictions,

I could teach Him a thing and then some.

If only I could find my pen, I’d write Him an email, mail Him a text,

I don’t think You’d accept if I came to my own conclusion.

I’m going to be gay, but this isn’t what this is about.

Fuck off. ~extends no apologies~ 

Take not of me, or off of me, or what’s on or in, but from out. 

Take from my wardrobe, steal from my till, borrow from my veins,

But I want that nonsense back. That ’blood’. 

True blood.

There’s a little bit of You in it all, isn’t that right?

In every capital letter, there’s [another] strand of ambiguity.

Poor souls confusing grammar for God. Extension English turns into Biblical Studies, the day Mr Osama killed some of Us.

That’s right, Us. Not You, but Us. Us for being just as important as’Y’ou, Us for having the courage to be against, to be sure on our own, to stand without.

Hasn’t Everybody Learned to Live their own.

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collect your things, 854PM

gather your things, you’re coming with me
don’t think, it will inhibit the process
just grab, be grabbed as part of my things

to collect my things, i’ll pack you
i’ll unpack you first, pack unpack then pick apart
you’re of no use to me whole
i don’t like all of you, i’ll take a few, leave a substantial

when packing, watch your head
don’t get analytical, mind your step
there’s things everywhere
lots of small complex things without purpose
cluttering your room, or head, your mind your step
your mind, your step
you mind? watch your step

you stepped on my packed things

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Thomas A. Bradley.