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Epic, Finished.
By: Kristoffer Paul Denoyer
A three saint act
the four man band
By: A thinker not much of a drinkerhad my fill before departure
tho last week I was called a stinker
a down-syndrome man, I slept in the kitchen
Had to be up early in the morn'in
Once having,
"no plans
no dates
No appointments with anybody"
Just
"Leisurely exploringSouls and Cities."
Fuck it all,
fuck being a dirty word
but oh so clean in the running mouth game
That's where poetry makes a play,
"Climbed K2 and napped
in purple haze by
lakes edge
intoxicating wilderness
starring deep into the glass
-gotta get my ass outta here-
something about the looking glass
pushed the limits,
dear LORD help these
benevolent spirits
A wink
A call
We're move'in on."
A passing glance
no whittling
Just preaching
no soap box either
just my
ivory
tower
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peering
that goes on and on & ON
into the Midwestern kinsman of the sun
weary teary eyed travelers
pristine obscene "tea" drinkers
tho very willing jumping thru tea fieldsburning em' with bridges
with many past canaries
preying on the infinite
praying for the infinite
OH!
owning the finite!
yet...
Never stood so tall in the white chasm nothing
parchment void catechism
a loley speckled twilightmy russian bride had her way with me
finding the perfect cell,
leaving off the vast mass in time.
never too far from the door.
casting into nothing,
feeling a rhythm
a rhyme
this brisk chill through the spine
please, take a drink, a big swig if you will
hemmingway coursing thru pores
this moment injected in vaines!
will you understand this grand gesture
or shall it be gone, gone with the wind?
lingering bum sleeps
the dishes must be done
waiting on
and on
& ON
Rolling on & on
and ON
Promising one thing
& one thing alone
I will leave you some day,
I can't say when.
Twas a prophecy foretold and it's said,
one can speak in tongues
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even hold each gift divinely given.
I wish for all my children
a gift of the prophet
whom never resounds as clanging gongs.
Read it in a fortune once found in a book
that was pieced together from cookies which came from the west... perhaps even the east,
it's a fine line from one to the next.
"I'm 25 and haven't a bastard child."
Rambln' on too much
long winded verses
IF the true words cum
they'll lay simple
No cheesy - sentimentality
sometimes I'm simple, but sentimental.
" Live fast, DIE young
Live slow, DIE old
either way
Hoping I lived."
as for THE PROPHECY FORETOLD
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I've moved on
and free! Free as a bird free
Free no underwears free
flop where I like commando free!
bottle of wine free
fresh joint twilight night free
wildly running morning hour riverbed dreaming freedom
st. francis mid summers dream mellow haze preaching to birds free
shallow as the stream maybe
my heart beats
this joy an ocean deep
Took the train to the cityscape
new hip couples, narratives included on the bumper
draped afghan wear, so trendy so different
makes no difference
NPR, equality now, make love not war
I made out just a moment ago
"Dude, megaladon that broad!"
physical bracelet buddhist beads, expensive watch.
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do what we want, as we will
can't you tell?
a young flowering couple
handcuffed together
that's my stop!
regarding todaywhat I want isn't necessarily
what I need
what I need isn't what I'll be
who to blame
who to blame
"Recklessly young - Restlessly old"
When did the hour strike
when did the hands fold downwhere was it time settled so
where was I
where was I
this man in the mirror starring back at me
just me, only me
"restlessly old - recklessly young"
sharing comforts of despised comforts
embraced all strange and terrible uncomfortable things
so it goes, it's the devil I suppose
but it matters so much to me
-pondering these man-made constellations-
going to a party as a viewer
watching a movie with a projector
rarely an actor, just an instigator
ominous prospector
"for when I do nothing, nothing does."
When I try to run I fall
if I walk I go nowhere
when I drink, I'm never drunk
when I'm dunk, I never drank
if I blink, I've fallen asleep
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if I've slept I had only blunk
I'm full when I've eaten
I haven't eaten in days
I go to see twilight tho it's mid-morning when I do
It's never evening anymore, night has passed memy holy script carved clean, the flask chalked full
this typewriter says more than I, not sure I've said
anything at all
blacked out there...
my lids open, I'm vision heavy
the mind is weary from the unseen dreams
I've seen too many nights
darkness prevailed, I lay orphanedwashed up on the land I've blown upon
my cohort pleads and pleads sanity
if he's my best I'm not far
So we sat out smoking
freezing
ceaselessly drinking
couldn't bare the inside
he couldn't bare your insides
it's six in the morn
still smoking
drinking coffee
couldn't bare yr thinking
need an eye opener
it's eight in the morn
pour out another
and this rolls on and on & O N
ceaselessly
on and ON
&on...
"Will you ever pass on?"
PFFT! My epitaph?
fuck that mess
be rest assured, it's full proof
he's a skeletal structural man
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no meat,
Nor flesh
bounce to the next
couldn't careless
wait, I could
Go tell it on the provocative accounts of menwith sought holes between wholes
"get rid of your bone"
&
Go moan alone
on my behalf
I've my own mess
Not givn' in for less
Gettn' between her lines
isn't necessity from Birth.
Fuck, that mess
my epitaph?
disturb not such bones
-considering anything-
-I've lost everything-
yet, for eternity...
gained absolutely NOTHING
for all it's worth
be rest assured, "I'm happy."
In any sense of arbitrary
can't arbitrarily use arbitrary
such conceptions
sprung from existence
they had to be there
for the sake of yr own
In which more can linger on
with arbitrary cognition
Dammit! Did it again...
fruitless nerd,
I sold out
drove to west texas
passed thru Coloradah
Made it to Denver
traded snow for snow
Michigan was slow
Arkans-ass
Tex-ass
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Nebraska-ass
Bring on the noise of corn-hole home.
cruisn' the back roads
fightn' Russian probes
briskly on the move,
pushed onward Alaska!I hope second hand smoke doesn't kill ya
yr droopn' old girl
Arlo's shirtless, sal's makin' a windowed mess
Doodln' while drivn'
turn'n bends and curls of curves of girls
nothin' new
comparisons are odious.
but what's happening now is in the clear
truly shared.
"Can't bear thoughts of mortality."
"I'll be lucky to make it even 4 years more."
"By chance or hands of yr own?"
"Who knows, if ones foolish enough."
"Boy is that us!"
Keep up those tunes...
Seems ages ago, lives ago
measures back. We played our songs of conf-angled mess.
Hours poured, souls turned confessions on consoled breasts.
Holy baptizing experience
"nothings a waste."
"It's all pointless, a masochists game."
"He's a nihilist."
epitome waiting for tombstone slates.
across the street from liquors exquisite hut, happy go lucky
sign depot, where all sign needs are met.
And we meet and met and yet are met once again
with brewed coffee lit smokes
those native american blend, a delight.
When Alaska broadened our view, she was new
grew complacent, what is it with us and revelations?
Now it's all askew!
dying tunes to others
perhaps all we knew
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Forensic state, in lieu of past abuse.
such malice must be subjected as prosthetic abandonment
must be true.
friends have died on
they're dying all the timewhile my whores have left me
at 7th and desolation row
called my bluff
reading st. john of the cross
it wasn't enough
does this debauchery know no bounds?
No.
Now, twist no facts to suit theories
find theories to suit facts.
A grand schemesolving the questioned fall
life of st. christoffer reached
minus the ferry river crossing
wasn't tortured by demons
curiosity took care of that one
tying & tying
a plight to Thee, "have mercy on me"
thoughts stray, positive to negatively,
like that *snap*
my neck when the day came
burdensome thoughts weighted heavily.
Dear brother, comeback & maybe I'll come back too.
Glimpses & cracks here and there,
we can be whole too. Sure have missed you,
dear brother.
Don't call myself a poet,
I don't like most poets.
Irony, yes indeed.
what joy in writing poetry,
Love & hate entangled mess
structure structure structures
something about words in three's
at times, they , these poems
or prose, have no flow in thought
much like my thoughts
scuffled rowdy fights it seems
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"While on the third day!"
on the 7th we rest
please have mercy on us, oh lord.
Confessions of a saint
"it's one thing I ain't"a pig testified on such whereabouts
no one would of thought
praying? who me?
nah mang.
back in the day
inhaling caffeine & nicotine
if any luck
it'll bring clarity.
still haven't seen a buck
so upped the antestockn' up the pot
of good kharma to counter act the other.
being clever
has been B A D for my health
Simply that
I hope to be only a G O O D man
and nothing else
"What's wrong with that?
No, pompous is not a goal.
I just wish to be good.
there's no good nor bad...
What about the conscience?
Well, in the matter of the conscience
the mass has no say
sure quoted Gandhi.
OH, what a deed you did
False-self corrupts absolutely
a true self can take a bit more energy, maybe.
never measured such things
they say truth can set you free.
Let freedom ring. Unlike the ring you wear
where you've strived for power.
the will to power in this hip culture
Missing the Dirty-D days
capital A-Americone dream making a buck, busting ass town
shinning glittering truthful by night lights
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daylight never as fruitful
you've become the anti-hero, muh boy.
there was so much more instore.
Unceasingly praying
Constantly smokingonward down the road
(PAUSE)
In need of a drink,
how refreshing.
wishing to convey a story thru folk
never worked out.
A dylan, I am not.
tho, this seems to be working out.I write to get it down.
something on paper.
no lessons, just me and my story.
somtimes a bit of whiskey,
but no always.
not as much as you'd think, I write more sober anymore.
jotting such for myself and my brother.
(On with the SHOW.)
Reaching an all time low about a year ago.
those women & our lustful woes.
twice in a row!
what a bitch...
didn't last long. We met again.
what is it? A decade now?
Brother's in arms.
DIVINITY ALRIGHT
As the tides change
my constant friend always changing
keeping a lovely never boring constant.
Our shared choice of poisons.
until we pull a DEAN & SPLIT
wake up unpleasant
*snap*
break our backs or slip out the back.
An obvious choice.
"If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound?"
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"OF course it does, if vibrations are simply sound waves in transfer, our brains alter."
"You missed the entirety of the question. One hand clapping."
"One man flapping! there's more than one answer to any given question. If I left you in
the woods would you keep talking?"
"This is absurd."
Absurdity, lovely & all I wish to know
the unknown
the penrose
ascend - Descend
My illusion
my illustration
Sisyphean nature
Am I a narcissistic?
NARCOTICS!
Won't touch on that one
seemed the only way to go.
dawn strikes at the bone
to the core of the soul
not concerned with the abyss anymore,
in any formmm... ow.
my liver pains me.
what poison shared.
blissful sleep never occurs
now, I sleep peaceful
fast forward in time
alive and well, big city blues
wind not dawn strikes deep down into the bones & bed of my soul.
A liar. Everyone knows it
History catches up in ways you'd never know
they sense it, management types. Bless em'.
Got no proof. Got no use.
departure inevitable
said it before
say it again.
It's me'rely a matter of time.
Have you heard what they say about limes?
wait, lemons. something about bad days and lemonade
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I'd prefer limeade or a cocktail.
If being a good man doesn't work out
I might as well become a criminal or the very least a shut in.
Pull a Thoreau
never speak again.Just die with regret alone
trying & dying are synonymous for my vocabulary.
I must have been built in a lab...
So similar yet so different.
seeing all these working, happy "complacent" people
the pain kicks in. Realizing oh how I loathe only myself
Will I ever succeed in the world today?
Probably not.
Lifetime isn't near long enough.
if I'm reincarnated, I'd forget it all anyhow.Too much bad kharma if you believe in that.
my pillars crumbled long ago, what a mess
So depressed
Pulse moves with breezes
like the loosing child
father, I've done no good
cracking raging eternal flames
love or not, still lost
ought not fight it
for nought is all returned
my russian friend speaks,
"Fuck eet all."
All encompassing
liturgical copper eyed mystic
lysergic copper eyed misery
optimistic copper eyed dynasty
pessimistic copper eyed failure
burning forever in time
burnt past
present
&
future
Is there a point?
"Always keep your head toward the sunlight -
for shadows will always fall behind." Whit
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Wish I could
Must be 2 suns
I got 2 shadows
or
I'm 2 people.
that damn moonlight
haunting midnight shadows
engraved burning visions
leaving deposits of copper.
Gentlemen, I have little respect for myself
but the most profound love in survival
Can't sit too long with folded arms
too much boredom. Madness prevailed often
trouble's not insight
can't brew-ha-ha any u p
Invent it. create it
nurture trouble and it'll blossom
oh, absurdity of absurdities!
been moaning and picking at my wounds
such crafty clever moans
perhaps why they'll keep dis-banning
tired of the grey blinding veil
no one hides as well as I
crazier than the crazies
drinking despite the liver
the poison going nowhere
excreting it where one can.
"a man of consciousness, can he have the faintest respect for even himself?"
echoing words
there's me and my shadows
the real me
the ghostly night moonlight me
an' the shadow cast in names sake me
my name will be the burden to end it.
I must be a narcissistic
"I'm horrible at keeping friends."
"Well," he spoke, "It's part of being crazy."
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Where shall this son of man rest his weary head?
This sin ridden body
as the sun rises
my brothers
my sisters
shall we face in our sought directions
rays of light beaming down on new days
new mistakes
new loves and correct turns
as night falls
twilight glistens upon weary burdened souls
new lives
new days shall soon arise
shadows shall linger on
but right here & now is real and true
Dont worry for tomorrow
todays worries are enough
dont go gently into that light
dont dim into the night.
Let go