the dirt doesn't lie,
and neither do I,
except sometimes,
the leaves don't talk shit,
and they don't take it either,
gnarled bark doesn't tell tall tales,
nor does it bark up any storms unlike my intended puns.
and the roots don't rip razor deep, beat and defeat,
I don't prefer.
that sort of straight talk that,
breaks and belittles
the brittle esteem of
an unsure tree.
that cynic fatalism
and no belief.
And honestly, it's not that hard to harbor.
good feelings,
towards all the hosts of life that inhabit here.
and keep good company
with all kinds of these.
s t a r i n g o u t i n t o s p a c e
for a startling amount of time I start to have visions of futures yet to happen, realizing my hallucination but also my potential to reach out into the ineffable and grab those dreams of visions of futures.
and bring them into the tangible space
I could, re-arrange, put them into place
build it up or erase,
m u s t n o t f o r g e t t h i s t o o
how my entire life rolled like a marble to now, through the pulleys and pit traps of God's Rube Goldberg machine, drifting in and out of lanes along the way, but without any of the comedy or t
I remember, your small saturn shirt.
Your blue saturn shirt and the autumn leaves
our brother, born yesterday
I picked both your names.
your middle ones.
I'll always remind you.
as if refracted through a prism
I feel the Venn diagram
of our souls.
Moon And Jupiter
And our distant Sun,
Our planetary orbits tackle out
but we never go too long
without a hello.
Something sacred I hold as carefully as I can.
I don't want to drop you.
Baby, you make me feel like I'm finally a man
and with that all that will ensue
A better life, never bitter or more than I can chew.
Cast and corrected, I feel whole and young again.
I feel brand new.
I no longer wake and and ask my self when...
when was the last time I smiled?
because I knew, the last I saw you.
and the mountain of adoration that came piled
and in every tender moment shared, I continue to
My Baby makes me smile,
This will last for a while.
as long as a while can last.
Your death breathed new life into me.
life where there is dead and there is living separate,
ghosts that walk between our shoulders,
and never heard
and never heard.
You're something so much less,
but you are never nothing,
you'd appreciate the irony,
and laugh
and laugh.
You weren't so crazy, just so you know
it'll never be perfect,
but it could be ours
it could be ours.
In the middle, take a whiff write a riddle
gather all your gatherers
write down in pen your miracles
In the extra, ordinary always rhymes with a delta,
time after time,
so it goes.
Taking stock in my warehouse,
was a bad time to figure out,
that I was missing out.
I was missing out.
Mise-en-scène, misery for perfectionists like me,
everything turns out like it seems,
the mice celebrate in their dreams.
Taking stock in my warehouse,
was a bad time to figure out,
that I was missing out.
I was missing out.
Some day,
Everything will be after you
Everything will be after you
They say,
You wouldn't want to know everything
You wouldn'
This is my real hair. by McGuinnnessOBrien, literature
Literature
This is my real hair.
back again,
never left,
never mind,
couldn't wait for the sun to shine
and now that it's mine, it rains all the time
the drops that roll slick off my shoulders
I shrug but the rain lands on all of you too.
patiently,
pocketing,
all my prayers,
save them for a day where they are needed
I can't use them anymore I've used mine up
feeding the meter, now I have hours to spare
I don't feel as spent, nothing's wrong nothing's dented
used to think
I used to think,
used to think
Now that nothing's wrong
I can't see anything worth complaining all along.
the knot inside my throat untied, the cancer is gone
home-free, I sail to a very merry land ind
It's Always Dogs With You {S.B} by McGuinnnessOBrien, literature
Literature
It's Always Dogs With You {S.B}
"Every hour away from you,
Feels like an eternal mile
But not a single second with you
Isnt worth it ⏲
Were always on time,
Even when some of us
Are (an) hour (s) behind
The stars align, ⭐
My peace after war,
And what i was fighting for
It seems, this whole time
You were mine ❤
And if love is blind
Ill buy a cane, cool sunglasses
And a dog that will love you too.
And he'll go.
Wooo-
Ooooo
Oooof
🐶"
Your lips taste like lightning,
And the electron vapor on your breath
Clung to mine for weeks,
And the static buzzing in my jaw
Over time, turned an autumnal hum
Into a song, forever wind.
And that audible hymn
You sung to me without speaking,
And that hope at home
Held in my eyes without seeing,
Your song of wonder, forever wind.
Betwixt my heart and my beaten spine,
Housed in my lungs, stolen from the trees
The course of current underneath my feet,
The very life of my footsteps,
Sung under my breath, forever wind
By no accident it hid in my howl, until now
Bellowed out for all to know,
And I already knew all of the words
Spoken as
the dirt doesn't lie,
and neither do I,
except sometimes,
the leaves don't talk shit,
and they don't take it either,
gnarled bark doesn't tell tall tales,
nor does it bark up any storms unlike my intended puns.
and the roots don't rip razor deep, beat and defeat,
I don't prefer.
that sort of straight talk that,
breaks and belittles
the brittle esteem of
an unsure tree.
that cynic fatalism
and no belief.
And honestly, it's not that hard to harbor.
good feelings,
towards all the hosts of life that inhabit here.
and keep good company
with all kinds of these.
s t a r i n g o u t i n t o s p a c e
for a startling amount of time I start to have visions of futures yet to happen, realizing my hallucination but also my potential to reach out into the ineffable and grab those dreams of visions of futures.
and bring them into the tangible space
I could, re-arrange, put them into place
build it up or erase,
m u s t n o t f o r g e t t h i s t o o
how my entire life rolled like a marble to now, through the pulleys and pit traps of God's Rube Goldberg machine, drifting in and out of lanes along the way, but without any of the comedy or t
I remember, your small saturn shirt.
Your blue saturn shirt and the autumn leaves
our brother, born yesterday
I picked both your names.
your middle ones.
I'll always remind you.
as if refracted through a prism
I feel the Venn diagram
of our souls.
Moon And Jupiter
And our distant Sun,
Our planetary orbits tackle out
but we never go too long
without a hello.
Something sacred I hold as carefully as I can.
I don't want to drop you.
Baby, you make me feel like I'm finally a man
and with that all that will ensue
A better life, never bitter or more than I can chew.
Cast and corrected, I feel whole and young again.
I feel brand new.
I no longer wake and and ask my self when...
when was the last time I smiled?
because I knew, the last I saw you.
and the mountain of adoration that came piled
and in every tender moment shared, I continue to
My Baby makes me smile,
This will last for a while.
as long as a while can last.
Your death breathed new life into me.
life where there is dead and there is living separate,
ghosts that walk between our shoulders,
and never heard
and never heard.
You're something so much less,
but you are never nothing,
you'd appreciate the irony,
and laugh
and laugh.
You weren't so crazy, just so you know
it'll never be perfect,
but it could be ours
it could be ours.
In the middle, take a whiff write a riddle
gather all your gatherers
write down in pen your miracles
In the extra, ordinary always rhymes with a delta,
time after time,
so it goes.
Taking stock in my warehouse,
was a bad time to figure out,
that I was missing out.
I was missing out.
Mise-en-scène, misery for perfectionists like me,
everything turns out like it seems,
the mice celebrate in their dreams.
Taking stock in my warehouse,
was a bad time to figure out,
that I was missing out.
I was missing out.
Some day,
Everything will be after you
Everything will be after you
They say,
You wouldn't want to know everything
You wouldn'
This is my real hair. by McGuinnnessOBrien, literature
Literature
This is my real hair.
back again,
never left,
never mind,
couldn't wait for the sun to shine
and now that it's mine, it rains all the time
the drops that roll slick off my shoulders
I shrug but the rain lands on all of you too.
patiently,
pocketing,
all my prayers,
save them for a day where they are needed
I can't use them anymore I've used mine up
feeding the meter, now I have hours to spare
I don't feel as spent, nothing's wrong nothing's dented
used to think
I used to think,
used to think
Now that nothing's wrong
I can't see anything worth complaining all along.
the knot inside my throat untied, the cancer is gone
home-free, I sail to a very merry land ind
It's Always Dogs With You {S.B} by McGuinnnessOBrien, literature
Literature
It's Always Dogs With You {S.B}
"Every hour away from you,
Feels like an eternal mile
But not a single second with you
Isnt worth it ⏲
Were always on time,
Even when some of us
Are (an) hour (s) behind
The stars align, ⭐
My peace after war,
And what i was fighting for
It seems, this whole time
You were mine ❤
And if love is blind
Ill buy a cane, cool sunglasses
And a dog that will love you too.
And he'll go.
Wooo-
Ooooo
Oooof
🐶"
Your lips taste like lightning,
And the electron vapor on your breath
Clung to mine for weeks,
And the static buzzing in my jaw
Over time, turned an autumnal hum
Into a song, forever wind.
And that audible hymn
You sung to me without speaking,
And that hope at home
Held in my eyes without seeing,
Your song of wonder, forever wind.
Betwixt my heart and my beaten spine,
Housed in my lungs, stolen from the trees
The course of current underneath my feet,
The very life of my footsteps,
Sung under my breath, forever wind
By no accident it hid in my howl, until now
Bellowed out for all to know,
And I already knew all of the words
Spoken as
In our darkest times,
we think we're alone.
We think no one will help us,
that no one's listening.
But we fail to remember
humanity's kindness and compassion.
We forget that there is
always someone who will help.
Sadness makes people listen.
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