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New Face. Who Dis?

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Leatherface beat the case.
He can wear many faces.
Tall as hell. One can tell
evil consumed him and
his heart. All his exes live
and died in Texas. You
bet he ate George Strait.
He kept his chainsaw ripping
and his cholesterol high from
eating enormous apple pies,
Kentucky Fried chicken
thighs, and human eyes.
He cares not that he is
“slow” or dumb. If you
hear the chainsaw: run.
The fun has just begun.
Leatherface can’t die.
He will beat another
case. Life is a race,
and he’s in first place.
There is no need
to worry. Leather-
face may be as dumb
as nails, yet he is as tough
as them. He can’t spell,
but he can read brail.
He does mean well.
Too bad there’s no one
left who can tell.

Take Me

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Take me home: the place I love.
Let the positive vibrations take
me away. Let the rhythm solve
my problems. Take me into
your place of refuge. Take me
to a distant place: a foreign land.
If you can, take me by the hand.
Take me, and teach me about
life, love, forgiveness, and truth.
Reggae, stay; continue to play.
Take me closer to myself –
I could use your guidance.
The waves of sound wash
away the worry: no hurry.
I can breathe and clearly see
the place you wish to take me.

Find Something

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Find something to do –
to keep you busy –
to keep you sane.
Find anything to do –
just don’t do nothing.
Nothing can keep you
from doing something.
Anything is better than
nothing. Don’t stay
still – fill your time
finding something
to do: be quick, but
don’t hurry. Don’t
worry. You will find
your way: yourself.
You will find some –
thing that keeps you
going – living. You
will find something
that will become
nothing. You must
create resistance,
listen, and lessen
the distance between
Hell and Heaven.

Still

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Time is something that moves humans.
Time can’t sit still. People can’t either.
Time can create panic when people
don’t understand it. People can’t wait.
They rush to find the time that can’t
be found. Some people wait around.
Time passes through at the same rate
people do. To be frank, time and time
again, I will think of a time way back
when. Some will move. Some will stay
still to fill space. Some walk. Some run
to win life’s race. For now, I take it slow.
I’ll take my time to cross the finish line.

Ghost Writer

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The pen bleeds black

into my DNA.

Unable to erase

my yesterday.

Poisoned by the ink

carelessly used

by every writer

and those they knew.

I try to remove

your permanent marks

left on me

as my life embarks.

I saw your veins

filled with doubt

before you saw

your way out.

The marks you left

celebrated your pain

and the marks I kept

remain the same.

I often ask why

you penned my story.

But now is my time

and there’s no hurry.

My veins run black

like the pen I hold

as I become

the story that you told.