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Deer Who Remembers Your License Plate

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©. April 5, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

The deer in headlights

Who remembers your license plate,

Encourages you with bleats

To stop the vehicle.

Animal cruelty

Full of eulogies has weight.

The driver drives straight down the road

And a car tailgates.

Dear,

Oh, Deer.

The deer who

Remembers your

License plate.

A pulse is unchecked

From the distraction of road rage.

Blood that runs through his hollowness

Is forever lost.

Old age comes and the deer

Remembers your license plate,

Escaping the wilderness

Just to be in a cage.

Dear,

Oh, Deer.

The deer who

Remembers your

License plate.

Earned For Love

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©. Apr. 4, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

What is you

Times 365

I’m not a counterfeit;

You can have a fit.

Someone must know

That courtesy is alive,

Because you do not

Have to carry the one.

The irony that

I see all 50 states,

Seeing pictures

To show us how it all looks.

Thats what friends are for,

Here like interest rates.

I’m undatable

Like my schedule is full.

Like smothered with advice

From unloved gurus,

Now, my best friend ever

Is a dating coach.

Gardyloo! You’re excited

For revenues

Like face palms

When the money gets deducted.

My heart is

My favorite muscle on me

And your heart is long overdue

Like checkouts.

The goodbyes and badbyes

Still need currency,

Removed from the crevices,

But they’re nowhere.

Tyranny is asking

For your tax dollars.

You’re not free

When there’s authority around.

Miscount money

And somebody has answers,

Figuring out

A solution to get rich.

I used to miss you

Until you mistook me.

Have it known

That I was complete while alone.

What have you earned for love

If you’re not Holy?

What have you earned for life

If you’re not living?

An Example

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©. Mar. 28, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

Fatigue is visited

From a reflection in the water.

Ample room is in a bag,

Which has survival equipment.

Ambling to the lighthouse,

You can see a water tower.

This looks like a place where you can go,

But it does not exist,

You like black roses,

But you did not say you like dead flowers.

Starting fires with kindness is oldness,

But o’, if you insist.

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Broken promises came from the dead

And woken to provoke.

You’ve built structures that creatures

Tried to knock down, banning you from.

Humidity and humility

Is strong like a heatstroke.

You will live to see a nepotist

Who hates that you’re alive,

Live to see a communist

Knowing they have blood on their hands,

And live to influence

Despite your appearance and crash dive.

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Like wanting forever to take five,

Zero high-fives are here.

Tension rises and the towers are no more

Than handmade sculptures.

You hear rattling change and smell dinner,

But it’s you, they fear.

Watching onlookers hold hands

While nobody listens to you

Because some of the creatures

Are still on leashes, bewildered.

Cast the creatures out

And you still have to pray for yourself too!

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Hours to Summarize

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©. Mar. 20. 2024. All Rights Reserved.

How I know that I’m giftable,

But considered replaceable.

I can sit down in one position

Until my buttocks hurt

And I know that each day

My property is confiscable.

If I’m to dress up, you’re going to see me

Wear a black shirt.

Sometimes, I would like to grow

An Afro, but I shave instead.

I’m not buying a wig

Or shaking a 500 pound hand.

Talks drain my energy

Like I’m punch drunk and everything’s red.

I’m bald headed and that could be

A style you don’t understand.

I think that I would like ocean blue eyes,

Even though I’m black.

My flair could be underrated

If I could buy what I want.

If the air is overrated,

I’m a pyromaniac.

I have an astigmatism

And maybe I seem nonchalant.

I prayed to God for you

As soon as possible like water,

But I wanted you purified,

As I would be purified.

Holiness would be from God

And not a man, nor a monster.

I do not need you like a song

With every language applied.

I’m starting to feel like

I do not like music every day.

The cost of beef is free in rap,

But I’ll take frozen hot wings

And rock is mocked,

So you are not hardwired for me anyway.

I should eat veggies instead of red meat

And their hues have kings.

I could be sitting on comforters

Inside of wrapping paper.

I could be sitting in indoor swing chairs

And outdoor nightmares.

Rebuking nightmares and naysayers

With eye-stares, I prefer.

I prefer fairness and promises

Oddly in rocking chairs.

I think I’m anxious at times,

Overthinking about pro-life.

I’ve watched my future and lost my childhood

And now, it’s nowness.

I’m part of the bride of Christ,

But don’t want someone like Lot’s wife.

I used to be awestruck by actors,

But this is real like stress.

Relinquish your sugar bombs

And disrupt the mainstream music.

Even couch potatoes can be successful

At what they do,

Searching for work,

Recording their voices with a profile pic,

And being rejected by thousands

Of companies they view.

I don’t have brain fog

Because I don’t have to keep up with lies,

But I do have to keep up with the lies

Of other people,

Prepared to lie on me

And wanting acceptance in disguise.

My life story can take many hours

For me to summarize.

Make The Pain Make-belief

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©. Mar. 13, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

Angry like an entire country

On the terrorist watch list,

Millions of people cannot resist

To tell you how you feel.

How are you going to tell them

How they feel or if they feel

Like you felt your birthplace

And watched soldiers through two-way mirrors.

Angry like broken seashells

On a first-time vibrant nightlife,

Pulsating hearts that are too short

For brand new roller coasters,

Listening to sound mirrors,

But are teased by roller coasters.

Are you one-dimensional,

Supervised by politicians?

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

It’s a coincidence that the countries

Look like vandalism

And the delicacies are smeared,

Slit, and smoldered once again.

Opulent opinions cannot stop

Hidden tanks again.

Someone with skin and bones

Want to compromise with the devil.

Anger spares nobody like the nice guy

Ignoring your past.

You’ll find it at a whispering gallery

When the doors lock.

It’s thought to have 30-inch arms,

Waiting for the doors to lock,

But it’s permissibly invisible,

Waiting to erupt.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Show them how much anger

That you have stored up that’s make-belief.

Tame the madmen with shackles

And the millions share blank stares?

Your teeth are held captive

Trying to be like them, then there’s stares.

You’re angry because they’re angry,

Therefore your blood is pumping.

You’ve heard soldiers stomping on their heads

And they want you silent,

But before your demise,

Will you have a high pain tolerance?

Leave them with a make-belief pain

If it means their tolerance.

You can’t help everyone

Because someone’s trying to harm you.