PHILOSOPHY OF HAPPINESS

 

 A THEORETICAL AND PRACTICAL EXAMINATION BY MARTIN JANELLO

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LATEST QUOTES & POEMS

 

This page features quotes and poems arising in my mind after the completion of four collections in the Knowing series, published in print as Live Knowing Life, Love Knowing Love, Pine Knowing Pain, and Shine Knowing Shame. Purchase information for these is available here. All four collections are also accessible on-line at no cost. And so is this continuation of my poetic work. While the contents of the collections are organized into themes, the new material on this page reflects my stream of consciousness. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

 

 

retinas seared

from seeing her naked

blind love is leading him

into her fire

 

 

 

four letter words

we should not say

are nothing compared

to the one we won't

 

 

 

when she's in his sight

he acts like a knight

but there's too much white

in his eyes of terror

 

 

 

being close with her

it's almost too much

prevented from her

nothing's enough

i'll only rest when i die

 

 

 

shrouded within

her rose petal skin

gossamer blossom

wrapped in dreams of flying

 

 

 

i am going to be somebody

presumes you are not now

a stance causing problems

fill the spot where you are

with all your might and shine

 

 

 

did he say gold

or cold

it doesn't matter

 

 

 

lots of things will never be

not friend nor foe

she wants me

and that i quickly go

to make room for another spree

 

 

 

she says love is

a numbers game

with most of us settling

on less than ten

 

 

 

guess she lost touch

or never had it

loved him too much

piercing soul and heart

he moved away

saying he regretted

not being ready

to be a part

 

 

 

suspended in between

waiting for bliss

and hoping

our pains will be over

we fail to grasp

the gist of this

spend life trying

not to be sober

 

 

 

nothing else now matters

clasped scent of hair and skin

unqualified acceptance

not knowing who i've been

or what will be with us

 

 

 

nonsense i write you

is meant to cool

searing senses

you make to this fool

some day someone burns these letters

 

 

 

boundaries are made

to keep evil fear or carelessness at bay

or to enable them

 

 

 

what is this

being a man

being a woman

being anything

we find out

when we passionately love

and then reflect this love

into the world

 

 

 

every time you think

you're someone

you are the opposite too

 

 

 

when cold crepuscule

paints life a sin

and falling out with it

sets to begin

play your own fool

and make light from within

 

 

 

i consider

that time you bit me

when i was trying to plant a kiss

or the incidents when you would hit me

volatile clouds in longed for bliss

 

 

 

his nightfulness

ensconces you

in warm illumination

makes you undress

what you might do

devoid of trepidation

till sun breaks tameless moods

 

 

 

your flames burn me

then calm chills soothe

your fire warms me

then cold hard truth

tempers fatiguing my mettle

 

 

 

all the things i should not say

and parts of me i should not show

you love a fictional version

 

 

 

pictures of me seem not myself

i feel as if i were just an elf

driving heavy machinery

 

 

 

bonjour encore

tu sais ce qui me fait rire

quand même je ne peux pas dire

combien et longtemps je t'adore

 

 

 

smiling i'm writing

she asks what's this

memorializing

my fleeting bliss

 

 

 

chalky dry skin

flaking parchment snow

tied to our monitors

nowhere to go

'xcept toward some weekend sun

 

 

 

spine form and

relentless rains

rush us down drains

as we turn to dust

still i let wetness

moisten my veins

knowing full well

it will make me rust

 

 

 

you are so much to me

in your breath

that's how your spirit speaks

 

 

 

i cherish those

who break the dull

unraveling the lull

they or someone chose

 

 

 

we are the echoes

of ancestors' pain

ungrateful

they made us sound

ignorant egos

lone cut off and vain

needles in haystacks found

 

 

 

such high concepts

for which his heart strains

that methods seem

tortuous bores

deems his tasks

invisible grains

ground on eternity's shores

 

 

 

meet me at sunset

on top of the bluff

he could not help hoping

her spelling was off

and that she'd stop

claiming him immature

 

 

 

he makes her forget

who she wants to be

by feeling the woman she is

 

 

 

i want the sun to sear me

another coat of skin

want rushing wind and water

to strip me of my sin

and start anew with you

 

 

 

stammering words

unfit for emotions

or visions of us

playing in my mind

 

 

 

she had him wanting

to be himself

drown helplessly

in lovelorn devotion

sensing it

she put him on a shelf

for later glee

as stand-in emotion

 

 

 

she has him going

for days at a time

until he's exhausted

and comes back to her

 

 

 

what a strangely brand new day

everything seems to be made from clay

hot to the touch and lifelessly hardened

 

 

 

she's in my dreams

even when i'm with you

just a guitar now babe

please don't be blue

every man needs a passion

 

 

 

yeah you could say that

he answered her question

but was he really in love

 

 

 

waiting for happiness

she lits a fuse

setting a deadline

but it's no use

missing her cues

dreams run out of time

 

 

 

The greatest human failing is wanting to be right. While useful & thus excusable, it easily causes us to be wrong.

 

 

 

stars warm and bright

forever lonesome

spreading light

until they burn out

 

 

 

the sides you say

are bad about me

she sees in a different light

 

 

 

her derogations

upon his body

deemed him depraved

desiring hers

when he shaped up

she continued them

oddly

as an incentive

but he felt worse

 

 

 

meant to betray her

though dove-tailing peg

she still fancies him

will even beg

to answer her prayer

be her mistake

turning her future dim

 

 

 

lying we claim

to have this feeling

fully aware

the feeling has us

 

 

 

mornings

we go on

about our business

lies told

to the world outside

inside thirsting

for all that glistens

rising from ambers

of fires burnt

 

 

 

buying pretending

still there we are

lone with the self-respect

we have earned

 

 

 

the reasons

i should or can't be

with you

are like the seasons

in california

all coinciding

but warmth holding sway

 

 

 

fractured glass hearts

give rise to rainbows

as the sun reflects on their scars

 

 

 

the best chance these days

to be on the right track

assume opposites

of what's sold as fact

 

 

 

my monkey lives not

in branches of trees

it sits on my neck

and raises heck

should it suspect

i'm losing track

or not react

to what it sees

 

 

 

i wrote you a song

that went all wrong

it came out wry

instead of praising

to boot a bulls eye

instead of grazing

about your wearing a thong

 

 

 

the overdrive

he had for life

made peers

on the road seem

like they were standing

 

 

 

she keeps saying

i needed that

innocent to the fact

she was giving

 

 

 

she ripped from his heart

a great many shreds

to use as confetti

on her parade

 

 

 

know this night's mysterious loner

if not by his heart mind and deed

from listening to lore

of knights seeking honor

attending to the weak

 

 

 

principles are broken

innocence upturned

humanity a token

till victory is earned

giving grounds for another war

 

 

 

where are you

she's silently asking forever

till you make her feel you are here

 

 

 

i once had a girl

tryin' to give me a whirl

during a dance

in a bid to emance

but i instead of coast

stood planted like scratching post

 

 

 

more ice on mars north pole

than its counterpart on earth

change of climate and perspective

 

 

 

i have to tell her stories

so she will fall calmly sleep

relieved from her life's worries

carried to forests deep

where little people dwell

 

 

 

watch for the things

people claim to be awful

when really they are

miraculous nature

 

 

 

why would i tell you

‘bout loves i lost

till getting to you

the love i found

 

 

 

dream of

long past daily treasure

when they'd walk naked

in the woods

most deem them primitive

though the measure

is freedom and life's lust

 

 

 

we hide of ourselves

to not draw attention

so others will leave us alone

even resting in their company

 

 

 

she dreads my words

when strategically placed

like they are less true

and i double faced

 

 

 

no she will see me

that's why i don't care

planning a round trip

to her blind castle

 

 

 

parts of you soft

you let me touch

still you dream oft

i won't care much

'bout hurting them

or your feelings

 

 

 

they were asleep

but he would not have it

they must partake

in his pride and joy

 

 

 

A rising number of us seem uncomfortable being confronted with ourselves, thus denying ourselves ownership, responsibility, and opportunity.

 

 

 

a life described

in first and last times

and mundane forgetfulness

in between

 

 

 

must our lives

be endless flights

of stairs

on which one strives

and finally despairs

never to know true destination

 

 

 

the new in you

will tide him over

until the next lover

appears in his view

 

 

 

nobody left

to leave her

she now is free

to begin a new life

 

 

 

she has kept

the shirt he last wore

carrying the scent

before her heart tore

 

 

 

she was a nonperson

barely present

pain in her semblance

straining to be birthed

 

 

 

where will his love go

when she's not around

will he claim he's taken

though opportunities abound

 

 

 

if grasshoppers knew

where they will land

would pleasures be few

and life taste bland

 

 

 

he's hardest

on the ones he loves

to dissuade them

from taking advantage

of what he perceives

an embarrassing weakness

 

 

 

she was a miller's daughter

who baked

and grew strong

pulling millstones' ore

sun by the lake

he saw her

and met his calling

to ever adore

 

 

 

i often wonder

if i'd lie with you

would i still care

to know the truth

 

 

 

his words repeatedly spoken

softly parted her lips

hauntingly only a token

for imaginations

of her hips

 

 

 

we've been kept blind

but taught that we see

fearful to find

what life would be

if we knew all withheld

 

 

 

music was my first love . . .

 

well, usually women don't like the second line of that song

 

 

 

people may think she's unsteady

trying herself at this and at that

but how else to know she is ready

carrying a robe and wearing a hat

 

 

 

stringent rules

for boys she had kept

went overboard

as soon as we met

 

 

 

she was never more alone

than with those

who should make a home

 

 

 

nothing love makes her do

ever seems dirty

she knows that is

how flowers are made

 

 

 

lost her

burns blister

where she will not touch

i made her trister

being too scant or much

 

 

 

her body

spoke french

without any study

 

 

 

you estrange

by judging me

i can't

won't change

who i used to be

all that should matter is now

 

 

 

i only like real

if it matches my dreams

cannot conceal

it's not what it seems

evrything being in order

when love's banned behind the border

 

 

 

one cannot love

without breaking down

to fragments

that make up

the essence of stars

 

 

 

sense of duty on a shelf

keeping diaries from falling

she begins to hate herself

there's nothing in them

she could be trawling

 

 

 

running through

empty halls

endless night castle

he once meant

she was to be his queen

 

 

 

night deprivation

made me feel lousy

heavy anchor sinking deep

it's an elation now

getting drowsy

sleep makes you lay down

and wake up with me

 

 

 

giving up chances

unless you are certain

still can be foolish

unless you are right

 

 

 

i'm sad

she said

setting satin sills

with votive candles

to light his way back

 

 

 

praising how wise it is

standing your ground

you seem much less a whiz

once you have drowned

 

 

 

my heart's bulkhead

's loaded for you with springs

so is my bed

among other things

 

 

 

my love has left me

a rose on the bed

i should be happy

instead just feel dread

 

 

 

she cut moon and stars

from her paper heart

and pictures of him

going back to the start

till macramé beauty emerged

 

 

 

fascinating and puzzling at once

the girl who is nothing like him

they'd easily fuse

by love's heat ensconced

or would be eternally fighting

 

 

 

who are we

without our tools

past opinions

of wise or fools

beyond clothes hair

shoes purses and rings

shamed or valiant

to spread our wings

 

 

 

a bed so small

we had to turn together

 

 

 

they are gamekeepers

we do not see

making belief

natural habitat

 

 

 

the forest is still

its silence seems shrill

knowing you are somewhere in it

i waited hours

now my mind devours

hope and despair

after finding your mitt

 

 

 

making nature artifice

sacred mission

or cursed perversion

 

 

 

it used to be

people died

because they tired

from and to the challenges of living

nowadays it appears

they die from tiring of not living

 

 

 

man's just a guest

in women's homes

no matter how much

he shares or roams

or how important

he thinks he is

none of the home

qualities is his

 

 

 

like an oyster

revealing her pearl

she opened up to him

no more a girl

 

 

 

our minds received modulations

to watch others do or simulations

and deem them replacements for our life

 

 

 

both old and new ways

of showing love

are necessary

to keep it alive

 

 

 

animal essence

of an archangel

fighting to fuse

sacrifice to a point

love passion's hell

she stays a stranger

no mercy given

as lashes knell

 

 

 

schools kept remarking

he's not quite there

does not apply himself

makes himself rare

does not fit life as a cog

 

 

 

people who deem mischaracterizations

fair means to convince others of truth

only fall in sequential line with

how they developed their truth

 

 

 

ever since he was a boy

he wanted to live under a clay roof

more than even in a house

after hearing the tiles

were formed on women's thighs

 

 

 

we're cracked eggs

eternally vexed

by the conception

of being intact

feed on confection

moving perception

to beautiful lies

against all fact

 

 

 

surely you're right

we will be done

but it's not over yet

in between lies all the fun

leaving the future in our debt

 

 

 

i've given up

on my life to rhyme

sequences falling in place

or forcing their fit

so i can just in time

die after winning the race

 

 

 

love she asked

would you like more tea

i had basked

in attention to me

likely she's just a great waitress

 

 

 

the old man i heard

on the third floor died

when the garbage container was placed

his relations want none of his stuff

 

 

 

something remains

of who lived here before

undefined stains

on walls ceiling and floor

filth is the last of them leaving

 

 

 

he often wished

she would switch positions

riding the motorcycle with him

 

 

 

in the darkest hour

when late and early gather

mind and heart devour

her over not having a father

 

 

 

resign and re-sign

a dance card

with crossed-out

and newfangled people

sentimentality has no seat

as long as the music doesn't stop

 

 

 

i don't know how it used to be

that what i needed i could not see

all it took was to finally listen

what heart and mind said

they were missing

 

 

 

her bold demeanor's

enamored rage

challenged him

to turn a page

instead he closed the book

 

 

 

that fresh day in may

right after a rain

when young leaves

and blossoms

had no fear of falling

 

 

 

he sometimes felt

like a tennis ball

and girls were

searing hot velcro

 

 

 

his ideal of the opposite sex

changed as he progressed through life

still he left several women perplexed

asking for all in a wife

 

 

 

she'd rather sit

with a table between

or stand by a door

just in case

thinks as a weapon

of anything seen

to settle the score

face to face

 

 

 

maybe he's quiet

for secrets he keeps

or fear once he speaks

should nobody buy it

or meaning will drain

by giving it name

 

 

 

i love the light

for giving me sight

so i can delight

in her turning me on

still night's my friend

who will be at hand

long after she's gone

 

 

 

mostly they fight

to dispel the fright

of nothing to say anymore

 

 

 

don't keep asking

why i'm still here

there is no good reason

except spiting fate

 

 

 

her favorite poems

are of people broken

since most she knows

are a gooey mess

 

 

 

the first order

of our efforts

should be to stop

sabotaging ourselves

unless we have a good sense

we're heading in the wrong direction

 

 

 

most of their worries

come from stories

they set up

projections on others

give them covers

for getting upset

without stop

 

 

 

A whole generation of writers in the romantic era tried and could not change the ugly heart of creeping "modernity"  - and died of it.

 

 

 

you know these words

you never sent

or all the feelings

that were not meant

still somehow existed

because i missed them

 

 

 

publishing diaries

of souls within him

wasting in prison

their only way out

 

 

 

not quite sure

why she calls me pumpkin

was nearly certain

by now i'm a gourd

 

 

 

the song

that arrived

when i heard your name

still leaves me deprived

though it nurtures my fame

 

 

 

you judge parts of me

as fending against us

i judge your judging

in similar ways

so let's count our days together

 

 

 

nothing more would moisten you

than admission to my pains

like a ravaging poison

missing from my veins

still letting you think

i feel nothing

 

 

 

so this is what you do my love

when nobody watches you play

i find it to be a treasure trove

for things we can do to relay

 

 

 

everything in her was conniving

cutting through layers of

unknown fact

 

 

 

as a test

she made a request

that i tie her shoe

without kneeling

when i pulled her leg up

she thought it was best

confessing to her feeling

 

 

 

Being calm and considerate under challenges can give us awareness and control that usually only hindsight grants.

 

 

 

the purple mood

you bring to me

bears thousand folds

yet undiscovered

i want no food

just want to be

the one who holds

you hot and bothered

 

 

 

she likes to hook

her legs into mine

as if to make sure

i won't run away

 

 

 

how much wine does it take

for you to let go and just be

to make believe for a while

you are drunk on life

and not afraid of love

 

 

 

i cannot go to bed just now

where underneath the goblins cow

waiting to enter my dreams

 

 

 

i don't know how much

love is about timing

but the percentage must be high

 

 

 

love in its truest and purest flower

spans the extremes of civilization

 

 

 

politics and sports

are often the same

people choose teams

and foes

tribal idiocy in reams

as their warfare goes

others profit from the game

 

she's letting him repeatedly know

he's not enthusiastic enough

each demerit feels like a blow

betterment will be tough

 

 

 

i lost myself searching

to find the true me

nightmares were lurching

to set themselves free

like bats disturbed

in their daytime slumber

 

 

 

i often thought

i heard her name

by birds announced

before she came

in joy and not as warning

 

 

 

you're really nice

but cannot have me

a doubtful prize

even to myself

only know fights

likely would maim thee

to join me in one of my many hells

 

 

 

the sole searching way

she knew to gauge love

was by the cruelty she would suffer

 

 

 

the music won't stop

nor care if you dance

or follow its plot

of endless romance

you're only a dot

who can be of note

or fail in dissonance

 

 

 

you

a girl i do not much know

and likely will never meet

will probably not ever get the idea

my words were laid at her feet

 

 

 

 

his regret

is a summer's dream

he could not in fall forget

 

 

 

waiting for death

by waiting for life

 

 

 

old men plotting

adversity and war

jealous of young life

trying to put far

they can't make

and can't get love

 

 

 

careful how you adjust your life

to some day live another

this one may be all you get

 

 

 

many loves test us

to find our way

full of trip wires

and unseen barriers

others take us

by the hand

and walk with us

through their garden

 

 

 

i love her dance

when she picks up clothes

into her hands

with curled around toes

 

 

 

love knows no time

so i won't hang in

waiting for you

to see if it grows

you'd get used to me

or feel guilty

giving rise to intensified woes

 

 

 

fearing emptiness to simply be

stuffing our life with activity

wailing we don't have time

 

 

 

she says things such

i like biting your teeth

or love you so much

i forget to breathe

none of my poems can match her

 

 

 

wallowing daily in

spooned out bubbles

led to deny

our brains are washed

taking sides as if it matters

while our lives are senselessly rushed

 

 

 

best friend

heart worm

that ate from inside

 

 

 

living one's story

against the odds

or going with the flow

compromise may serve us best

but often it's hard to know

the cost of our rewriting

 

 

 

you tear yourself up

to get out of the forest

that always has proven a shelter

those fairy tales should not be trusted

 

 

 

your going for visions

may irritate some people

because it reminds them

of dreams they buried alive

or never dared gestating

 

 

 

you my sweet

are proving true

i can keep cake

and eat it too

 

 

 

my life my love without you

would never be the same

still it would be about you

lived somehow but in vain

 

 

 

her presence

makes me luxuriate

in necessities of life

 

 

 

he swore i will surprise you

like springtime green

on a long deemed dead tree

she felt wrongly despised

to think she ever lost faith in him

 

 

 

much of what she says is wrong

but he finds it endearing

she's got him bleeding upon her prong

apologetic for smearing

another fool in love

 

 

 

he is considering working out

for landing a hard body chick

even if that'd end in total rout

she would have played a trick

 

 

 

though a stranger

to her body

and its obscene desires

scared by its temporariness

she surrenders to danger

 

 

 

she was a lost lyric

he could not recall

like dreaming of flying

and then endless fall

 

 

 

the measure of truth

letting others be

as we claim ourselves

the right to be free

is how we treat them

when they disagree

 

 

 

my love's not conditioned

on whether you love me

and yet its fate will be

determined by you

 

 

 

By claiming the truth of matters cannot be obtained, we may give in to false interpretations - and even more so by claiming the opposite.

 

 

 

after all you put her through

she'd still take your hand

lest you don't think of her as weak

but not in forgiveness and love anymore

 

 

 

tip of an iceberg

she faces love to melt her

nine tenths of her reserved

in fear of dissolving too fast

 

 

 

she shook him up

the self-confessed

self-contained

and self-assured

her body

mellowness

and spikes

did things to him

he had not seen likes

 

 

 

humanity's stance is so upside down

its view might benefit from

reversing the world like a deflated football

then we could see all at a time

 

 

 

you broke down all my fences

still made the intrusion feel right

robbed me of most of my senses

dipped me in fragrant warm light

 

 

 

torture of

each working day lost

not spent with you

it comes at high cost

but you say we have to live

 

 

 

the years

without tears

had left her brittle

with no seed to moisten

for a new life

 

 

 

she is familiar

with her sadness

waiting for fall

to agree with her

his silly demeanor

makes her laugh

how dare he spring in

and interfere

 

 

 

she doesn't like help

that's not necessary

pushing away

his chivalrous gestures

under suspicions

they may not last

 

 

 

all she wears is these flimsy

summer wrap dresses

daring her beau

to pull the bow

 

 

 

wears a skirt

like a daffodil

and a white blouse

as we climb the hill

spring in my step

hope petals will fall

she planned ahead

knowing it all

 

 

 

her name

something french

if that's what she gave

he could not pay attention

their bodies were in rave

now dancing was not stupid

 

 

 

hiding her body

a sacrilege

born from fair fear

of too much worship

and the powers she could wield

 

 

 

time has the air

of living and dying

we never know we're safe

 

 

 

why must he think

of a girl named colton

he never knew anyone

with that name

 

 

 

success in amoral settings

means one has triumphed

overcoming one's soul

one then fights remnants with justifications

so one can continue with oneself

 

 

 

Children's opinions are habitually marginalized because their brains are not developed enough to cease asking questions that really matter.

 

 

 

thanks my well adjusted friend

for letting me know who this person is

but i still prefer to find out by myself

 

 

 

 

sitting alone

on a lawn chair

far from the party

she doubted i knew her

from former leading roles

 

 

 

advancing in age he deemed

listlessness its symptom

recalling it growing since youth

from being bored or forced

hoping some day to escape

 

 

 

a lot less bad would happen

if people would not allow

being directed by others

 

 

 

hobbyist statisticians

spending life long childhoods

following teams and players

and disliking opponents

 

 

 

you may believe

no masters exist

through manipulation

and lack of fist

but why blow your life

playing into such risk

by conforming consumption

 

 

 

so many gestures half-hearted

signaling people unworthy of all

better still to not have bothered

now we're contributing to their fall

 

 

 

every time i'm leaving

sensing a bit

what death must be like

there is no way retrieving

the loss

still i take a hike

and some day won't return

 

 

 

hop along

be true and humble

at times you're wrong

or skip a beat

and take a tumble

life's often not neat

but best had with a song

on our feet

 

 

 

times i got no words in me

and the rest wants to fight or flee

no song or smile not even for you

no empathy or getting through

your love matters most

 

 

 

shhhh she says

and points her finger up

has magical ways

making conversation stop

to enter deeper communication

 

 

 

i draw from closer sentiments

don't know of what you speak

pretending hard to mend the fence

that once created mystique

before we became one

 

 

 

we all live on islands

of different sizes

till one realizes

we come from the sea

 

 

 

reinforce children's

sense of beauty

and all else will fall into place

 

 

 

once devised diversions

from existential strife

pharmacies of

entertainment

make us dwell in self-containment

not approaching much real life

 

 

 

it's not so much

that we don't sense

or could not know

what makes us happy

we hold ourselves back

by fear of change

or finding through to it

 

 

 

she likes my stories

to fall asleep

hands nestled closely

and breathing deep

sometimes she goes way back

 

 

 

bare forest paths remind me

of fragile movements

that are no more

leaved forest paths grind me

back into grooves

where i adore

 

 

 

somehow

her show

clicked always back

on pause

 

 

 

treating life itself

as art

is exhausting

but what is the alternative

 

 

 

if we knew how

we hurt one another

would we sufficiently care

 

 

 

your profile is

what weathers the storm

not your selfie before

 

 

 

enduring love

a reinforcing echo

of itself

 

 

 

spring eve's walk

we took together

blushing glancing

unsure what to say

was more intimate

than any naked dancing

which still holds much sway

 

 

 

good sense's death

is not surprising

since most of our others

are atrophied from catering

 

 

 

you are attempting to save us both

by claiming you will betray me

 

 

 

trying to wake those

ensconced in daydreams

or oblivious slumber

likely will earn you their wrath

 

 

 

say thank you each day

about ten times

directed to you

and from you

this either points to

facts you should cherish

or irony you ought to mend

 

 

 

you want true truth

don't bother

with messes human foibles create

listen to subtle piano runs

or look at the glistening of a wave

 

 

 

without pauses

even the most beautiful conditions

become insufferable

 

 

 

kings and queens

long abdicated

selling out parts of our realm

 

 

 

this awkward bloke

is going for broke

out of his way

to impress you

he's scary nice

so put on the ice

tell him no date

and to not harass you

 

 

 

The dumber people are, the more they think of themselves as geniuses for realizing something they had not thought of before.

 

 

 

flowers bloomed

and asked for rain

the sky brimmed

you're doomed

complaining in vain

i'm not in charge

of earthly pain

minding my own business

 

 

 

April Fool's Day may lose its meaning as we become aware we are getting fooled & are fooling ourselves all year 'round. But its irony bites.

 

 

 

looks at him

melancholically

like death on an early soul

he should be hers eventually

but pouncing now

exacts a toll

of willful awful regret

 

 

 

october campground near venice

we're the only ones there

you slumber softly

i think i hear someone

outside the tent

grab my dagger

to defend

 

 

 

passionate lovers are unprepared

so much so fast

but there's no other way

 

 

 

cherry blossom honeymoon

you could not focus on us

something about your mother

 

 

 

If we limit ourselves to what rhymes, we incarcerate our expressions - and maybe our life - to predictable, finite formality.

 

 

 

You can discover a lot about yourself by contemplating the things you keep for eventual use.

 

 

 

we have to let go of everything

to move about truly free

the question we then must ask ourselves

how free do we want to be

 

 

 

she taped two pillows

behind the headboard

 

 

 

she does not like him

for having had a life

before her breaking into view

nor license as his wife

his going on to something new

 

 

 

all the love they now make to each other

seems impromptu but is rehearsed

innocence became a bother

when they wished they were better versed

 

 

 

some women are like butterflies

others like gnawing caterpillars

few let you fall into their eyes

and taste their core without any fillers

 

 

 

her name or meme

are nowhere to be found

i guess one day we all will disappear

 

 

 

Political tribalism, its promoters, cheerleaders, and hooligan spectators can destroy a society, allowing lowest instincts and lies to govern.

 

 

 

i left time

to hold her once

now dream upon eternity

 

 

 

listen

she said

this is not gonna work

though it was play

he had in mind

 

 

 

Yes, I judge people. I judge them by how differently they act depending on whether they want something or are asked to give.

 

 

 

he loved her

as if trying

to split her in half

some say he succeeded

 

 

 

morning comes

shushing the goblins of night

heavily sitting on in your chest

coffee kills superstition's flight

finally daytime gives us rest

 

 

 

i cannot help it

that i love you

i tried to lie

but it is too true

i'd rather die

than not telling you

even if it's

a day i will rue

 

 

 

pay attention to

misreading words

they are close-captions of your life

 

 

 

walking through a field of muck

until we die

or live on being stuck

 

 

 

rising

surprising

friends who lost hope

and fiends

who were gloating

you slid off the slope

 

 

 

your blood was free

so they took it

died for the glee

of the crooked

 

 

 

the trust she grants

is conditional

like a barely tamed doe's

any false move

and she'll leap the fence

keeping you on your toes

 

 

 

gullible sheep

wolves ready to pounce

here goes humanity

down some more rounds

 

 

 

people once used to

dress for their roles

downturns of manners

have taken their tolls

blunt commodities

ready for scanners

 

 

 

you

through

being

talked to

yelled at

pushed

ridiculed

ignored

left for dead

find human kinds

who will let you be

ready if you share to listen

 

 

 

and when our days

approach their end

we won't have much to say

we walk the short distance

hand in hand

knowing we went all the way

 

 

 

am in the doghouse

for setting her up

while washing the dishes

cause she broke a cup

i'll buy two new ones

for both's pain to stop

 

 

 

Ouch, this guitar hurts, she's so beautiful. I almost don't care what she sounds like - which is a mistake in picking guitars or women.

 

 

 

silence is not nothing

it's the courage to hear

even when there's no sound

 

 

 

and all wisdom of the ages

was overturned

by a flip of her hair

 

 

 

we're living

in a film negative

with insufficient exposure

 

 

 

my love had me breathing

then stole it away

when she was leaving

said have a good day

 

 

 

remember back when

we were singing and basking

children unhemmed

exploring and asking

love without end

till we bought into masking

 

 

 

for those living well

confrontation

with others who are not

is a frightening reminder

of their own vulnerability

 

 

 

running in herds

presuming truth

insisting we're clever

not goaded

masks our dumbness

more thoroughly swayed

by predators posing as guides

 

 

 

holding beliefs

we need any leaders

short-circuits our minds

 

 

 

can you just be

with your head in the sun

nothing to see

about what can be done

nothing lost and nothing won

for undefined furloughs from time

 

 

 

you say i don't know you

and maybe i don't

but you've played it safe

to make sure i won't

 

 

 

not to return

can be a blessing

letting long gone

or gaunt spirits sleep

once we do

no window dressing

spares us views

of wounds running deep

 

 

 

her poise of pronouncing

my name every time

as if she cares

how it feels in her mind

 

 

 

out of her way

to keep walking by

her tease is subtle

but smile too wry

telling of doubt

i notice

 

 

 

underestimating

all of it his and her life

ridiculing and berating

best attempts in curbing their drive

to smell roses even at the cost of bleeding

 

 

 

lays herself open

into his hands

though she wantonly hurts him

can't be vindictive

or take a hard stance

she is the water he's thirsting

 

 

 

says she won't mind

if he sees other women

only to save what little she can

she'd not give all of her to him

he never was or will be her man

 

 

 

what we need

versus

what we want

what we reap

versus

what we can't

what we keep

versus

what we grant

all this determines our life

 

 

 

the moment i viewed playing music

as more than a technical challenge

it came to me and stayed

lesson learned for life and love

 

 

 

thieves challenge us

to make our bets

in stepping stones

past whipped up angry waters

we find they are hydra's heads

still nobody bothers

 

 

 

every time we give power away

ends in heartbreak and dismay

 

 

 

passing not passing

the terrors of time

haunt our sanity

so to be fine

we cling to vanity

as a life line

 

 

 

behold a flower

be one with it

play guitar

resonate with it

love this woman

then breathe a bit

sense the world

in full color

 

 

 

anyone saying

that morning breaks

should get up early

watch sun's dewy haze

lovingly gently envelop the earth

 

 

 

she holds herself

with full consciousness

of her beguiling intoxication

uses it with intent to bless

still leaving utter deprivation

 

 

 

he could not say

she's the love of his life

till all had about faded away

 

 

 

tender inflection

her head on my chest

as if listening

to what I feel

 

 

 

trying to

come into our own

or be somebody

struggles distinguishing truth and lie

 

 

 

you never claimed

to not burn me

and i was fervently

hoping for that

then you decided to turn me

till i was done

and you rendered all fat

 

 

 

faint memories

of love recounted

trophies of beautiful ladies mounted

with fantasies

that would've haunted

had they not been overly flaunted

 

 

 

those dreams

he does not

write about

looking for ways

to materialize

 

 

 

today my love

has gotten restless

worries had built

to where i could not see

that no matter what

you'll be standing with me

 

 

 

lies perpetrated or suffered

once painful cuts

now that honor has gone

have become accepted means

for self-promotion

 

 

 

something in us keeps track

of things ugly

we make beautiful

and things beautiful

we make ugly

 

 

 

History is a reliable indicator of future challenges to the extent beliefs and motivations have not changed.

 

 

 

Recording your own music is like taking a photo shoot of yourself.

 

 

 

One of the most empowering acts to give voice to your thoughts and emotions is to give them your voice.

 

 

 

snake oil salesmen

feelgood claims

selling our vanity

back at bazaars

quicksand sculpture

few kernels truth

then we move on

to another booth

 

 

 

pretense

soon past tense

false advertising

still tells the truth

about backstage conditions

 

 

 

when i picture you my love

you're absent-minded

watching the sea

is it me you are thinking of

or is your heart blinded

by my last spree

 

 

 

some people continue

right after they're hit

others see fit

to from then on drone

how they've been wronged

and pick their own bone

 

 

 

she was turning

his life into hers

adjunct existence

robotic burbs

sometimes he wished

all was burning

 

 

 

he was half domesticated

ate at the sink

only when she was out

 

 

 

 

 

the question we must ask

to improve life

is how kindness and care

become replaced by

harshness and neglect

then we must address this contortion

 

 

 

sometimes i think you and me

would have been happy

in past lives farming

by the edge of a forest

but then i picture armies sweeping through

8-pronged white star with a black rhombus in each tip.

the older the world

the more difficult

being an original

 

 

 

i don't see

the moon anymore

your glow eclipsed it forever

even if we should part

i could not regard

it with all my heart

 

 

 

she calls her parts

by silly little names

he asks not to

ridicule his

 

 

 

the music i write

seems familiar to me

cause each sound

is a note about you

 

 

 

lost faith in ourselves

or never had it

invented gods

who don't trust us much either

 

 

 

coming back

has little meaning

if one did not leave before

but you and i

don't need this drama

to understand

we are joined evermore

 

 

 

The culture of places and people can be quickly assessed by what there is for breakfast.

 

 

 

spent all my money

at the fair

trying to get infected

still in crowds' busy

laughs and excitement

you stood there too

kindred souls detected

 

 

 

asked me so

you have anywhere to be

yes right here

she nodded

i see

 

 

 

she dresses to signal

don't come too close

fearing her sting's

like a bee's

 

 

 

found a penny on the pavement

standing straight up

on my run

she deems coins

mad with bereavement

subtle hellos from her son

 

 

 

part of their plan

is to tire us out

so we won't too loudly complain

 

 

 

dehumanizing

tides are rising

we may drown in them

unsurprising

 

 

 

mother

drummed on and on

not to be easy

failing to let her know

when to let go

 

 

 

skirts deemed too short

for flying or work

due to observers' mental dirt

 

 

 

The more i write - anything - the more i feel our minds are mere nets catching floating ideas. Some of them pull us along on their flight.

 

 

 

spring or summer were not her season

panicking without apparent reason

when everything 'xcept for her flourished

 

 

 

The world would heal if every community with an existential surplus helped another of similar size whose existence is threatened.

 

 

 

binge watching

bridges a lot of bore

yet series end

giving way to the void

 

 

 

she was supposed to be

hitched by now

all her friends felt

she was failing

yet the finality

sickens somehow

even at risk of someday flailing

 

 

 

measures success

by how much she is loved

without returning the favor

 

 

 

talking to homeless folks

made his friends queasy

like they could catch

this affliction through him

 

 

 

no need to say

you don't love me no more

i felt your looks

when my card bounced at the store

 

 

 

no i don't write

always all about pretty

beauty is honesty

ready or not

 

 

 

when he was little

girls' wet kisses

had him wipe lips and cheeks

in disgust

now he welcomes

a bit of spittle

as expedient ingredient of lust

 

 

 

be wary of opinions

not interested

in yours

 

 

 

don't fall in their trap

amplifying back

vibes sent

to make you run

off the track

best revenge ever

is no effect

raise your sights moving on

 

 

 

Some political systems make subjects believe they are too dysfunctional to improve but also that alternate forms of organization are futile.

 

 

 

those of us

who don't follow their dreams

must endlessly fight

to keep them in check

 

 

 

she is proud

without being loud

calm sunny elegance

puts one at ease

still be aware

if you should dare

burning repentance

will bend your knees

 

 

 

first notes

can

define the whole song

 

 

 

her feel is electric

black leather tight eel

leaves men apoplectic

cause nothing is real

android domestic violence

 

 

 

met love

at higher education

in an extended collision course

 

 

 

stupid she claims

but her eyes

sign approval

 

 

 

without her

he ate crisps

and cans

purging his brain

at every chance

 

 

 

the way she

manhandled

cut flowers to vases

signaled to him

quick coverage of bases

 

 

 

Why do we think people arguing vocally with themselves are crazy? Maybe the rest of us are lacking critical dialogue to unskew our minds.

 

 

 

name dropping

calling everyone u

for human unit

that comes and goes

 

 

 

shaving your head

for the operation

you joke

why don't they just

go through the ears

 

 

 

life sometimes feels

like a range of jackhammers

hitting us each time

our concrete has cured

 

 

 

she cries

i cannot go on anymore

want instead ever to stay

 

 

 

not today

i'm not in the mood

of feeding my decay

people who pay

may think i'm rude

discounting my dismay

at being worked and no play

 

 

 

smoking drink excess

preferred being dead

even before his children were wed

or any of his exes

 

 

 

judging others

we always judge ourselves

 

 

 

lecherous leprechaun

fat chipmunk cheeks

knowing girls loathe him

beyond sugared treats

he as well set to take what he can

 

 

 

postcards news

jokes silent screams

rarely one is

what it seems

 

 

 

the monk who has

no patience remaining

the struggler who's

sick of a humdrum life

still too afraid to leave the hive

 

 

 

In philosophy, it is difficult to distinguish between genius and insanity, understanding and aping. Practicability must become the litmus test.

 

 

 

I used to believe in the law of averages until I tracked the frequency by which I put on clothes in the dark in reverse and inside out.

 

 

 

The high strangeness phenomenon of sock vanishings: Today 3 of my running socks went missing during laundry. This is beginning to get eerie.

 

 

 

turns off the lights

then on a candle

turning to me

wondering

what i can handle

 

 

 

shakes you awake

and sobs i'm leaving

that's not the take

you got from last evening

when she said

she was not mad

anymore

 

 

 

the macaroni heart

she once gave him

is dissolving

in boiling tears

 

 

 

The problem of interaction is knowing when to care or not to care what others say or do, and when you want or don't want attention to you.

 

 

 

morning sunday sun rays

show me

and dirty window panes

but my mind's on perfection

of just one day without any stains

 

 

 

i used to feel stories

told or untold

they had me enthralled

these lands of dreams

long have become quarries

bringing sense almost to a halt

 

 

 

stumbled upon

this rare shy graceful

enigmatic being

i had not dared dream to exist

arresting my stride

she freely came to me and stayed

 

 

 

lies

we tell our self

when we love

and even more

when we don't

 

truth

first an airy elf

hardens when shoved

eating our core

postponed

 

 

 

that we subsist

on shreds of hope

is not a noble strength

 

 

 

what does it say

about us and the world

that we're trying to forget it

 

 

 

everything stuck in perennial winter

i can't tell what it's all about

want to spring back

when things were simpler

we were just starting out

 

 

 

let's sail somewhere

that is not here

away from the anchors

we forged and threw

 

 

 

Beethoven to housekeeper:

I've composed a symphony that redefines music.

How does it go?

Dadadadah, dadadadah!

That's really nice, maestro.

 

 

 

give and take

one thousand months

or shorter

that's what we've got

 

 

 

There is a point in every composition process when one becomes uncertain about how good the result is. Use this.

 

 

 

Human acuity is frequently corrupted by requiring compelling proof for truths one is loath to admit and none for convenient lies.

 

 

 

too

many memories

raw unsurpassed

running from elegy

fate to be cast

 

 

 

my mind has you pegged

as a girl too long-legged

for wanting to stay in place

 

 

 

Rock has always struck me as a new romanticism, a search for humanity, even in its darkest and hardest reiterations.

 

 

 

tension unstanding

rising relenting

beat never ending

music is me like my pulse

 

 

 

if gold were ubiquitous

we would hold most precious

the soothing dullness of gray slate

 

 

 

No La Scala without scales.

 

 

 

when she remarked

my loving heart

goes overboard

it broke

 

 

 

to prosper

we must admit

we are different

and still

very much alike

 

 

 

few grasped at the time

lies falling like snow

heralded human winter

 

 

 

she lived

to give me

novelty kisses

one of them

was like a slug

 

 

 

words originated

in sounds

things make

they're thus

notations of music

 

 

 

lately she chides me

i am too rough

on myself

so she's gentle with me

 

 

 

there are two sides

to pretending

one expanding

one upending

who we are

 

 

 

she lights me

and makes me see myself

sometimes i feel bad

not having done this myself

 

 

 

if we could insert us in younger selves

when we believed love dwelled

'round the next corner

maybe this time

it would meet us there

 

 

 

she has me thinking

our kite is sinking

unless a harsh wind blows

 

 

 

being human means

negotiating with

varied inability

and unwillingness

 

 

 

is she inspired

or merely possessed

she's never tired

or easy at rest

most alive contrast to dying

 

 

 

constantly drilled our minds

no borders no boundaries

to toss out our door keys

as if evil did not exist

or had to be taken in with the good

 

 

 

Threats to a society benefit those relied upon to address them. Contradictory motivations and reduced control ensue.

 

 

 

lately romps

in which i took joy

seem distractions

while waiting for you

what a man wants

is not a toy

true satisfaction comes

from being true

 

 

 

life's like a house prone

to water mains breaking

we better dwell on higher ground

 

 

 

problems arose

when her love was spineless

this time she'll keep at least

some of her thorns

 

 

 

you will

you will

remember this

strangles my heart

when i hurt her

 

 

 

you see it was

by smaller gestures

she demonstrated

conditional trust

till one day she

cast off her vestures

sure she had perforated

my crust

 

 

 

the things we lose

in us in others

dig in our souls

expanding holes

 

 

 

the things we lose

in us in others

dig in our souls

expanding holes

 

 

 

some morning sun

chases sad shadows off

some burns fantasies

not imagined enough

both ling'ring from you

being absent with me

 

 

 

disappointment

with lack of vision

consideration

implementation

of betterment

projecting all

on some politicians

 

 

 

spring was muted

from my senses

could not allow its splendor

to sweep me

then my love

would've broken through

unrestrained

and nowhere to go

 

 

 

be gentle to all

for many people

fight to keep it together

 

 

 

earphoned late walks

on summer evenings

heavy roses

hissing sprinklers

warmly lit windows

most people have family

not impossible i will too

 

 

 

she hugged the lilac bush

just like a person

thank you for making

my mind smell so good

 

 

 

and then some day

after so many suffered

she won't allow one single more

 

 

 

millions of children are dying

while we debate who was lying

as if it were the most pressing fact

giving excuse for our failure to act

 

 

 

not being

too good

to befriend

anybody

 

 

 

When you sense animosity or fear in others, step forward with an out-reaching hand, look them in the eyes and say: "I want to be your friend."

 

 

 

some of us carry

a poorly reined fire

not to consume

but to add creation

 

 

 

love knows no shame

it is destined to aim

like a track for a train

at fulfillment past bane

though the odds are insane

 

 

 

their hopes

of sunbathing

head to toes

were doused

by scathing

mosquitoes

 

 

 

he calls her rosette of cauliflower

she him asparagus spear

feasting on meat is a concept too sour

thus vegan terms that endear

 

 

 

make music

write poetry

hear your self think

 

 

 

she sends me a rose

and a face throwing kisses

though my rhymes are prose

and my words mostly misses

 

 

 

hell is not a place

it's when our minds

have nowhere to go

to escape their demons

 

 

 

my eyes hold watch

for what i don't know

though time rejects its chaining

 

 

 

she's bitter chocolate

set between shelves

of over-sweetness

 

 

 

a sucker for lips

his hear

bounced off hers

 

 

 

i try to write the hush

of words that sometimes

skim my mind

 

 

 

stop wearing my shirts

as night gowns

i scare

waking up next to me

 

 

 

he sent your nightmares

and that they come true

kid with a magnifying glass

 

 

 

all we can sometimes

do to keep going is

bluff that here still may be

gas in the tank

 

 

 

she wrote

i have kind hands

though they never touched

 

 

 

glorious sunset

to end all days

will we still fear the dark

 

 

 

gaunt scruffy man

in a suit from the thirties

waving a mirror to catch his ghosts

 

 

 

why did she cry

and knew of no reason

more cans of happiness

in the pantry

 

 

 

sleep they say

is a training for death

most of us already loathing to wake

 

 

 

leaving

twirled curls

stuck with flowers

now turning

she won't wait

till i'm out of sight

 

 

 

animals mimicking

fast food joints

endless surprise and supplies

 

 

 

even birds whistle

past her walking by

 

 

 

she's dead

to her you weren't

rest for lost mind

or vest in wild sea

you claim dread

yet that it's not inherent

bodies grind sweat

dress and flee

 

 

 

i'll keep this beautiful sentiment safe

weighing

what just seems to come to our mind

has sometimes long hidden and storied

gestations

 

 

 

rain will come

and then the sun

night slumbers

and days

with their heads

toward the sky

 

 

 

high pitch and low growl

of crackling tension

should someone around

just happen to mention

her name

and that she might be

here tonight

 

 

 

he often asked

where the girls are

that none were around

should have given him a hint

his circumstances were unhealthy

 

 

 

why can't computers

help themselves

and often don't know what ails them

sicked upon laymen

who pull their hair

but hang on despite this mayhem

 

 

 

 

 

the wretched

hatchet

makes him batched

flies off the handle

and so does he

 

 

 

you hurl your mane

and it unfurls

curls cascading

in little whirls

girl you drive me insane

 

 

 

i love it when people cheer my sight

but then feel guilty of silly pride

guess that's the cost of being right

 

 

 

listen she warned

the child

you cannot sing

confidence harmed

a continual sting

 

 

 

here we are

so many years later

guiding stars

to love even greater

we veered far

by any spectator

but only sparred

to unite even straighter

 

 

 

your love's force

makes you let me be me

but i of course

want your fealty

 

 

 

losing you makes me

seriously question

will i ever be enough

 

 

 

molten she lays

out her life

come next morning

will it be hot

or obsidian glass

 

 

 

humanity's sanity's losing trust

soon this will reach the people we know

question them & ourselves we must

even then expectations run low

 

 

 

i stopped my prayers

relying on others

all the more joy

when love comes around

 

 

 

entered my dreams

a loving stranger

never could figure out

who she was

 

 

 

wisdom and foolishness

are both defined

by what we have and have not given up

 

 

 

our synapses

streamlined trim

clogged with nonsense

to the brim

that's how rulers want us

 

 

 

losing each other

and ourselves

we put dreams

upon a shelf

from where they keep

staring at us as we pass

 

 

 

keep going

she whips

as i come around

we think the same way

but different directions

 

 

 

still can't decide

between fact and fiction

guess it depends on

which one disappoints

 

 

 

animal skins

you reject as sins

hollowed body of nature

 

 

 

freedom

displays

us

the world

all

ingredients

choosing

which how

we apply them

or not

 

 

 

Physics are increasingly proving that time, space, and matter are superficial phenomena on the path to their underlying truth.

 

 

 

shrill shills

pushing pills for ills

their masters manufactured

 

 

 

don't ask her

what in you she loves

she might realize

not having a clue

don't tell her

what you see in her

she might despair

living up to it

 

 

 

my dreams of you

were split in two

one sleeping

and one waking

 

 

nothing could tell me

you were not mine

until i saw you stand in a line

of girls with backstage passes

 

 

 

natural aspects of us

become wondrous

when we don't own them anymore

 

 

 

badmouthing ecstasy

unwise unreal

just goes to show

how left out they feel

 

 

 

the car was drifting

our bodies lifting

for a short moment

we felt no time

 

 

 

i write the words

you illustrate them

somehow this whole thing

is just a big show

 

 

 

there was an endless open beach

where loving was being and seeing

our bodies as dancing sculptures

times i don't dare touching you

for fear of disturbing

the beauty you are

 

 

 

holding her ears

when i play rock&roll

but deep inside

this is what she likes

 

 

 

never mind what others think

follow your passion

and others with passion will

note love and join you

this is how the world breathes

 

 

 

pleasure of modern life

snuggle in bed

talk to friends we never met

 

 

 

must not keep our human

from following its bliss

steadily nourish its lumen

happiness builds like this

 

 

 

loving come what may

or throwing it all away

nothing between to parlay

 

 

waves of music love & wine

dare him to sway

while standing grounded

clocks tick loudly protesting time

he's still wondering

stays confounded

 

 

 

that she wants him

makes him angry

she shouldn't be so easy to get

 

 

 

is she just crazy

or madly in love

 

 

 

those without love

deem it often stupid

cursing not having it

with all their smarts

 

 

 

she says by herself

go away sometimes

always unsure what it means

 

 

 

drudging curmudgeon

when woken up

she sits him down

with a cup of tea

turning his frown

with the heart to his key

 

most of the time

he would not get started

for fear of what would be

after the end

 

and as we lay to bed

day's tribulations

will we continue

to hold hands in dreams

 

 

 

all our lives

getting ready for what

finding already

we missed our putt

 

 

 

long she gave love

filling buckets of chips

still he had played them away

 

 

 

hearts are not built

to be whole after breaking

just to scar over

the mark of their staking

if we remove the cause

 

 

 

still after all years

we meet after work

i am not sure

what she does in the day

 

 

 

evil

has interests

maintaining conflict

 

 

waking up lately

disoriented

not having you by my side

 

 

 

crispness of fall

has a prompting air

quiet times call

how did you prepare

 

 

 

in our youth

we were busy exploring

and playing out our fantasies

then came the truth

and pain made us boring

insouciance is a quiet disease

 

 

 

the least we can do

is not doing anything

Irreversible

 

 

 

what can one say

about rubber stamp people

except that one wishes

they'd run out of ink

 

 

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