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There is no ultimatum.

So, uh, that soul pretends to fit in the target’s aim…

But this body, left in the coldest banks, only travels astray.

Through passed nickels and hay -

Fore, day after marked day, that flesh climbs a calendar’s wretched wall.

His wall.

Of paint – even of pain.

And through the disdain, a new picture within the frame.

That Dude Eddie Talks About Writing and Recites “10,000 Midnights”

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The mark on my head controls the seasons

And the air

And the fire

And there is no denying.

No other, so who am I?

Like others, I listen to the wind weep on my window

On my shoulder, I observe

On my final nerve.

I wonder who’s knocking

Because there is no door.

I wonder who’s counting

Because my time here is no more.

Without further ado, here is The “Janitor”. Hope you enjoy it along with my randomness. Let me know what you guys think.

That Dude Eddie, The “Janitor”

The Janitor

Oh, the soil stakes as so, but fertility is excuse
The shovel cannot dig deeper into my skull fore there is no bone
Sweeper of weeps, my teeth grow long
So sure. To plea, after paying soul-less toll
Mirror-youra-forever-alone
Count the speckles of dust after drawing your final death
But, without a surgeon’s touch, you can only do so much…
What you need is a steady state of mind
You need to focus your time on spiritual growth
And be divine, fore love is the only way – the only oath
All you can do is hope….

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Peace and Love.

In the stack of vines

Divine

SO kind…

But not of mine

It’s an artifice so wise…

SO wise that even the skies divide before you arrive

No mystery of whom – or what I speak of

Or reach above

Or teacup…

THAT piece is bugged

Forever stuck in a numb-minded ruck

Buffalo Grass, neatly tucked

But whose niche is but a glitch?

I..

Lay and twitch…

As I wait for your ways to switch

Not to mention that every stitch is your wish

And every dish is washed by blood and moss

Nature’s cross isn’t dried with a cloth

But, with a belt instead

I take the books and feed my head

With only a plan, plan, plan to be dead..

Then resurrected by the peoples’ voices

The frequencies summon my soul in another body

Therefore, when it gets cloudy…

You must not allow your mind to get rowdy.

Silent viper… wear your belt.

It’s an uneven proportion

And iron is in these halls

Irony in the very same hallway…

Fore it was where we – I held on

And now it’s where you don’t lose track of my questionnaire

I divide into your sleep during a lighter midnight

I’ve taken the cupcakes you’ve baked

I’ve finally come over

It’s fair now

You’re a metal and are losing now…

I’m living life just as everyone else

But everyone else – you – you’re all as nothing

And everything being nothing makes energy as everything

Thus, since everything is energy, everything is nothing

Without motion

Without emotion

We cannot move

It’s my turn and I cannot go

Because I am parked in the parking-lot by the park

I’ll be taking aim shorty

At the pork, but please, you’ll have to be patient

Surgery is….

Illogical

Contradictory

History

It’s illiteracy

It’s all in your mind.

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This right here is a recuperation test

This piece is intended to see if my work really ran dry

But, instead of a poem, I chose to rant in poetic format

Today was a better day

Yesterday, mental stress was imposed upon me

Today, it is more physical

My stomach stings

Nausea tempts the nearby trashcan

I don’t know where it is, however

It’s probably by Ms. Walker’s desk

Or by the homework trays

Well, now, it seems to be a pressure in my chest

Is it the lack of rest or the mucus accounting for the cough?

Either way, it is uncomfortable and annoying

On the other hand, I plan to tell her that I’m in love

Again, I am in love… but I’m more than prepared to tell

Fully prepared

I really do mean it

It seems like a win or lose situation, still

My aim is to win her heart

If I am to lose, than forever we’ll be apart

I most certainly don’t want things to come to this

Maybe this purple-bat ring will verify the marriage

That is, if I even get to see her

I’ll be waiting in the spot…

Waiting for you to come…