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Synchronized Loving - David Joseph Ostrowski

When I sync with the drummer up on the stage, when my limbs become

things of their own mass, their own orbits. They plummet and chime, rustle and dive.

When I become the animosity of the music, when I double over, spasm club-like, bounce.

When I kick and when I pound, I am the bass and I am the rhythm.  I am the harmony when

I am the cacophony and the subliminal. When I am here, I am the dance hall and the orchestra.

When I am gone, I am the crash and I am the drone. When I am withering, I am alive, lively, dwindling.

When I am not, I am.  When I am still I am still dancing.  Whenever when I am.

#day 24 #napowrimo #david joseph ostrowski

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i’ve been drinking - max

demanding after one bud light a life built out of not enough things this song makes me feel something I can’t name / like I’m real I would rather be 3 dimensional than 3,000 different people Can you see the future? Skyscrapers, crowded beaches? piano chords that make me think of chicago the pop-hiss of a bottle opener grill & asphalt sizzling smell of sunscreen let’s open up, it’s okay to be nostalgic 28 and enough emotions for ten lifetimes it’s okay that I’m not following the beat now jazz hands, jazz clubs that my grandfather played at remembrances, legacies written in 280 characters slow-drip accomplishments refresh the page & look back at it I’m telling you, these cats saved me teach me not to doubt myself

#day 24 #napowrimo #max

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Fear of dreams - John Klingler

Can I do what I’m plannin? I don’t have the credentials Maybe I’m cool where I’m standin’ And should just stick to essentials

Shit I have a good hustle Spreadin passion to students What’s the need for more bustle? Stay the course you’ve been choosin

But there’s something inside me And it’s ready to burst I can’t put it behind me Either I’m blessed or I’m cursed

With the knowledge I hold And the wisdom bequeathed me I just gotta be bold Pay no mind how they treat me

‘Cause I can play by the rules That I bought into myself Stay safe on a kitchen stool With my dreams on the shelf

But it’s me to be risky Yea I’ll learn from mistakes too But life passes too briskly To let fear make or break you

#day 24 #napowrimo #john klingler

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Be you ba boo - Fantasia Coxxx

It’s funny It must mean something To change genders Oh sorry Im cancelled To suggest they might be different

If gender is an illusion Why insist we see u one way Why insist one pronoun Is wrong One Is right

There must be a difference Or why are we talking We are all one Till it’s convenient to be the individual

I love a gender expression I think it has a million shades And everyone should be free To claim their shade

It shouldn’t be a dirty word To be a fag A woman A man A fish A non-binary vision They are all pieces Of the mosaic We are making With our fam

We shouldnt hate on the other colors Of how they choose to express that color Claim that color As theirs Because there are different colors And dats cool b

#day 24 #napowrimo #fantasia coxxx

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liability - max

ready? small smiles in your back pocket, you’re too close to the fire situational awareness, but there’s something you’re not saying thoroughbred but bad manners thoroughly bad at handling romance your teams in the red and it’s going to stay like that until you practice until you know it forwards & backwards until forgiveness comes natural not like, commandment level more on a volunteer basis without any status attached to it just barefoot apologetics

#day 23 #napowrimo #max

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Drunk On My Holy Mountain - David Joseph Ostrowski

When will you descend from your mountain and live among us? Heard you gave us thirty years.  Little parasite spirit that listens to everything I do wrong.  Dust to dusting forever, I'm cursed to clean what just gets dirty again. There is no endlessness to the purchase of a soul sanctified by blood.  Are you kidding me?  What a killing you must have made on your Mary toast and capital cross.  That's the T. A little housework for the bank and pharmaceuticals. A little drenching for your trench-earned hard-hearted war moguls.  You're a game played in my sleep.  What keeps me up at night is just a preacher's dream. Tithe of teeth or a pacifier for the bleating of sheep. You're a hellfire orifice, you're a victim of your own divination.  Caused by creation.  Utilized by publication.  Multiplied by colonization.  You are the outcome of social atrophy. Hell is real.  It is irony.  It is asymptomatic when all is symptom, and all is you and all.  There are no ways to the out.  The purpose of your message is the abolition of progress.  Death. A repeating rhyme. Constant. Difficult.  Horrible.  Happy.

#day 23 #napowrimo #david joseph ostrowski

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Trauma - John Klingler

When a wound is inflicted there is a victim but the victimizer does not escape unharmed guilt and shame fester. The nature of the wound is different but painful nonetheless. You may hide it under a bandage and only look at it in secret You may soothe it with alcohol You may deny its existence or distract yourself by attending to prettier parts of your body

But it’s there liable to be irritated and reopen when rubbed the wrong way. And when our wound is irritated, we ourselves feel victimized justified in lashing out perpetuating the cycle for after all any human being who would stoop so low as to purposely wound someone must have been wounded once must still be wounded and fearful of the wound’s power.

Until A choice is made To observe it for what it is To remember its origin (for the origin often has roots much deeper than one’s own life intertwining through generations) To remove shame and judgment from its edges And to treat it. Healing is slow A scar remains as reminder of understanding gained and a marker of compassion a symbol for all to see and seek healing.

#day 23 #john klingler #napowrimo

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Science I - Fantasia Coxxx

It’s opening that fleshy sac Finding the most beautiful mutant Splayed jaws with no brain I love that wacko mutant

Learning is in the surprises When you’re pissed to see You were totally wrong Unbelievably awfully wrong Love that.

Why? When you’re so afraid to learn How the hell this fits in You’re the first one to see this It’s up to you to explain it

No recipe No answer No path Well pathology but no path Blind stabbing at marble To make a woman

It’s art at its finest totally unknown Unknowable most of the time And so much work So much damn work I love it.

The most creative girl Thinking there could be another Piece of biology that makes up All animals Genius. I love it.

#day 21 #fantasia coxxx #napowrimo

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Look Like Grace Kelly - David Joseph Ostrowski

It's a million miles back to the pond. Do you ever think that you could be a movie star?  You look like Grace Kelly with your fondant curls and airbrushed whatever.  The new things you say and the waves of your hands.  The poor and humbled independence of you.  And now the circuits are shorting.  We are ribbons getting cut to match the frame. Little pesky offscriptors. Little divers.  Little nine-to-five kind of days.  Where goes the human of lessons? We are legion, until someone makes us right.  Is what I do to the earth going to matter after it dies? What of you then? I mean, when the sun returns to the sea? Where are the burdens upon us?  We are victors or victims bathing in our own blood.  The nature of all this gravitas, and what they say say to us, while the band plays idly on.  It comes across like a Cupid, like a surgery---elective or needlessly vague. Why do we need what is needed?  Where does the good go?  Isn't that someone else's refrain? Must I match every configuration assigned? Are you yourself when the world looks away? How wicked are the commissioners?  And the bread lines?  Are the top dogs still getting paid?  You look as sweet as Grace Kelly, or like Eden, in your glass chamber armory. Perhaps you should be an actress.  Either that or a confidante.  Either that or a wheelchair. Or maybe a turnstile. Or a sectional.

#day 21 #david joseph ostrowski #napowrimo

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Anger: The Body

Shoulders raised, tense Chest tight, narrow Heart thumping Neck stiff Pressure around the temples Jaw set, frowning Everything from the rib cage On up to the crown Enveloped in heaviness Constricted Bursting. An internal rumbling Bellowing in my chest like thunder Like lightning Stealthily searching for a prominent target To strike preemptively Woe to her who unwittingly Lights the wick A lashing of the tongue awaits I will pop off at the first sorry mother fucker who… Where else have I to discharge this ire? Maybe meditation will be enough.

#day 22 #napowrimo #john klingler

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poetry - max

meet up, face to face a kind of sensitivity people don’t realize heartache channeled through the whole body like a lightning rod searching through the undergrowth for a rare flower, you’ve got hair in your face, hands coated with dirt and eyes that sparkle with deep satisfaction when you finally find it

#day 22 #napowrimo #max

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mandatory emotional management - max

elegant behavior is unfortunately impossible at times when emotions run the gamut but in repressing them you lack experience ergo your reactions are even more crude it doesn’t work if someone else just tells you what to do… why don’t you try turning it off & back on again maybe get a defibrillator to convince yourself you feel something, hmm?

#day 21 #max #napowrimo

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Anger: The Mind - John Klingler

I’m pissed off again The anger’s flowin I don’t know where it came from But danger’s growin Just last week I was livin the life Head held high Nothin givin’ me strife What goes around comes around And knocks you down Peace and calm suddenly cannot be found And I will not be proud If I let it get to me Act out of anger React on a stranger Someone teach me how to tame her It’s like why do human beings fail to regulate behavior? It’s almost like a volcano Gunk in your pipes Till someone pours drano It’ll always be the same though I feel bad for the ones in my path, I’m painful No angel, I’m hot like a demon Blood seethin, I wanna hear some screamin I’m not leavin till somebody’s grievin Heavy breathin Breath reekin, Let it all out come clean as I’m speakin I’ll be a fiend till the weekend When the storm calms down and the rage gets to sleep in

#day 21 #john klingler #napowrimo

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89 Meters, 3,000 Years - David Joseph Ostrowski

What fear is there in future?  Normalcy and happiness? What common sense is in common?  The universe itself throbs like liquid, locking doors and growing sweet citrus planets. Old ways and waves and their patterns, moving endless, like a sea, like a fabric, chastising the unknown. The counter-conscience is moving, all else comes undone and the powder is separated like G_d clapping Their hands or popping Their full colored lips.  Soundtrack sutured stiffly together, entirely one without unity.  Beers stocked in the liquor cabinet, highways coming up. Good nights left behind to be realized, conversations left myriad and alone.  Pastels to knight the mountains; sky brightens up, then it darkens.  New museums open; eerily the new is reexamined and reviewed by the deceasing, and the dying found boring by the young. How ongoing the stitching of brethren, patriarchy, and then so bereft comes the more.  How wildly muscled these carpets under footsteps, like towels decorating the beach. Like Mussolini was Caesar, or Proust was a feather on a trash-winging pigeon-loved stoop. Is it me who sees mirrors when it's faces lining up before me?  Is it I glowing darker with winter, like a fervor, when time claims my unstretched bones? Why heap all of these together?  Are we fiction?  Are we neutral?  Are we mothers bearing children?  Are we the milk of the teet?  Are we crowded cities?  Curbside pickups? Why must we stare at the unfamiliar?  Are we cooling? Are we barely heating up? Like people watching is romance, watching the stars is sex.

#day 21 #napowrimo #david joseph ostrowski

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The Ghost of the MalwareBytes Free Trial - R. Trenaman

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Please, let me stay. Are you sure? Let me protect you from these monsters you don’t understand. Your computer has been unprotected for three days. Click here to renew your license! Please. Didn’t I slay them as they came? Wasn’t I faithful to your cause? Wasn’t it my name you were searching for?

#day 20 #napowrimo #r trenaman

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Teeth - Fantasia Coxxx

Chattering in my feet The impending doom The teeth of time Gnawing at my pretty womb

Each tooth a unique monster Filling the inside of your heart With the oil of your organic remains Time’s dark art

I miss the freedom Young girls in boys clothes The teeth gnawed my jellies Time will necrose.

#day 20 #fantasia coxxx #napowrimo

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Three Haikus - John Klingler

Adaptations A life change brings joy Our mood improves for a time Then recalibrates

“Goodness” Striving to be “good” Necessitates shortcomings, Judgment, fear, chains.

Freedom Freely embracing Self Allows no fear, only love, Which is always good.

#day 20 #napowrimo #john klingler