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Justice

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I am holding on,

Holding on because of the truth,

Truth that told me I will be justified

In a moment’s notice

I am holding on,

When everything’s spinning in a carousel

Unfamiliar wounds are building up,

I am smiling, for this, too, shall pass.

I am holding on,

No, I am changing my life, for nothing will come for a rescue or redemption

Hammering my way, building a house; a world of my consciousness.

I am holding on,

I am holding on to a hot leash of this world.

7.27.2019

Showdown

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Lights are blinking.
This whole show I’ve been watching lazily:
is it going to be over?

Already?

“Wake up,” I tell myself.
I don’t want to go.

But, I don’t want to be wrong.
I want to end it gracefully,
Than to be ashamed.

Oh, if I could only be honest,
Just once,
And tell the world my truth,
Not the world’s,

I would live this life again,
And the honor will be mine.

7.24.2019

Anthem

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Your quiet eyes glare into a
cosmos, a vacuum space that is
everything

Your heartbeats resonate through
the atmosphere, adjoining a
thousand others’

Your feet and hands are worn, but
they are in command of many skills
that others did not dare to know

Alone against the quiet world,

Unaccompanied, entangled in this maze,

Each of us sings,

Singing our anthem to our soul.

7.23.2019

Dead skins

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Having peaked the apex,
Momentum froze midair,
Not sure what to do

Meanwhile time has gone by,
Unfinished business layering up like mushrooms,
A phlegmatic gait afoul of past pristine valor

Quietly, scrub the rusts off your tool,
Fume wind into seeds of flame
Grip your hammer tighter in your palm.

It is a time for a change.
Time to evolve.

7.16.2019

City Bus

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There’s a blue sanitary glove laying on a seat inside out

All these people in this city but don’t seem to notice it

A hispanic mother checks her thick purple lipstick on her selfie as her daughter stares blankly into her doll.

A elderly white woman – a blue shirt inside and a checkered shirt on her out side – pulls out her iPhone 5 from her white polka dotted red handbag. On her left arm, she has an Apple Watch. Her right arm is ballooned like a hot dog. Perhaps it’s swellig because of blood clots in blood vessel. The thin wrinkled old lady’s body seemed to have taken a toll for all the hard work she has done to get that handbag, Apple Watch, and her iPhone.

Two black men with red caps on, one has a shirt aloha captain fin

Two college freshmen girls singing in the back seat think out loud how great they hard.

In the cacophony, we go from A to B. Er- perhaps we have not even met.

7.16.2018

Paper

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As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,

My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards

‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?

Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.

Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.

Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.

I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.

It’s another fight.

7.13.2019