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"Boy Named August"
Almost at six now I see clear
The darkness has gone away, my dear.
My mind is renewed and fresh
As prideful tears my mother has wept
A man is what I'm finally becoming
While thirty is just around the corner
I am thrown into a new land
Far away from what I've knew before
This place is small but huge to me.
Big is the greater possibilities.
A new identity, a different me.
This version isn't high from crystal.
This person can clearly think.
Growth and maturity have taken place.
Something only time is responsible for..
Counting days weeks instead of days
As I wait for November, somewhere new to lay..
I'll be released with 9 months new.
A cleansed soul and body, my baby due.
The name for my spawn may be odd
But gender is male, he is my brother.
August burned without a scar.
This month is one to remember.
Six is half and almost full,
10 pounds with some ounces.
Infant child of mine.
Written on: August 20, 2016.
Accompanied by photography of 36 year old self, starting at 5AM..
Photos by a true eviction, art.
John's doe eyes linger to viewing
Exile the harsh but true beauties
These are people whom became muses
Complete models that withhold traits
Their own personalities delivered prints
Or images that went viral to outlets
They are treasured moments passed
But shall always live until lightyears
Given a shutter that sped freely
They are my payment of creating
A look that defined themselves captured
A pixel or imprint their grains of life
The spirit that was in front of camera
Through a lense that discovered humanity
A peaceful pose play on realness
Totaled up past portfolios that reign
Upon a time that once was
The true eviction of art, photography.
Pop of Warhol's Pill, Asleep
Sold my heart's affair
To an unjust radical
Purely beautiful with class
Now stirring by instinct
A mother's right to bare
Heart's that golden with nior
The darkness gives with confession
Holy to this woman's faith
Taken out of context and control
Slept the crazed faded out
We're apart but still strong
Once ate it was too much
The mind's expansion forgave
But never will forget
So sleep with an eye open
Mouth shut, likewise.
(Leave) Be gone..
Daddy issues, think idiosyncratically
Guns by the bed, they're meant to protect you
Lovely pills in a neighbor's head
Search kilter, liking the psycho-freaks
Too alien to one's galaxy lonesome
The continued trail too error to alert
Sometimes override a posted lie
Hidden truth behind a liar's
Teenage replicated behavior exposed
This behavior is rightfully mine, erratic
Over exposed tendencies put to post
Taken from time and time again
Used up till explosion shall occur
They don't listen, they just do
It's exhausting being kind
Nice is overrated too extreme
The truth is ugly.
He's hopelessly needing
And complete annoyance.
Just leave, (please.)
Be gone.
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Finally Designed, Not Within Comes..
Not one has an anomaly ability
Within one's nebulous nexting
Comes forth the modicum diamond
Withheld lauds as a silent hymn
The malaise is stirred but sunk
All to a final's designation..
To whom it may concern..
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