Je'free Y . Poems

Ladder of self-knowledge is the steepest.
Climb through time with bloody palms.
Gather brilliance over the years
As you orchestrate mind and virtue,
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I am crying tears of regret -
Regret of not doing it than of doing it.

There is a kind of sloth that flows in the veins,
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Breathe it in. Breathe it out. Look around,
At the sun paving way to the stars tonight.
Hear the gossip of the rain, the lullaby of the breeze.
Feel something in the cuddle of my dog,
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Let there be red light to create a paradise.
Trance music finds its way out of the smoke.
Film me in some character's costume or a role
You have long fantasized me to portray.
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For Jacob

The disappearance of some things is unexplained
People, vessels are lost in mystery, unresolved,
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As this tiny sphere hangs, spins
In the limitless magnitude of vacuity,
It perseveres to breed years, existence,
Asserting to be the nucleus of the universe.
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Immersing my cupped hands into it,
I collect a chunk of uncontainable light,
A wisdom to see places wise people talk about,
Where I can vanish at least a dozen times, and
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My twin still tries to convince me
That love is a need.

I am good at wearing costumes.
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In the quatrains and images
Of the lost books of Nostradamus,
In the hidden purpose & symbols
In gothic cathedrals by freemasons,
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I must confess as early as now -
There is no Baldridge family that I know of.
So how can I even go cooking?
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