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Tokens of Life

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What is the cost of a dream

Not the capital or the initial investment

More importantly the hours laboring and spent

Rather than being well rested

What is the emotional cost

Is it two tokens

If I could somehow come up with a value

Two tokens of life

If it all works out do you get those back and more

Are you delivered from seeing your time

Wasted in hopes of achieving

Rather than just ending poor

And broken

What is the average

Per day

If not achieved is it wasted

Thrown away

Can I accept this

Failure is only owned when you label it

Give it a name and recognize it

But I refuse to do so

Call it reckless

But this is how it goes

I must continue on this path

Continue to let go

To see anything through

Through and renewed

To see what these life tokens can do

Continual Postage

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Continual postage

Send me on my way

Held back

Deferred another day

What can send me out

Into the world

Hurled out with no precise measure

Regardless of challenges or pleasures

This will be my postage

Paid upon sending

I have paid it due

For once my stamp is applied

I must see myself through

Three Letter Prose

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Building rows

Of three letter prose

Steady up

And steady grows

Sunday Mornings wane lightly

Just enough momentum

To get flying

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

In the midst of a mild winter

Growing up

But not growing old

This is how the week

Slowly lulls me back

Ready to begin

Again

Inconsistent Yield

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Barring my specialized field
Ups and downs
From town to town
The inconsistent yield
Making my mind weathered thin
Confused from the state I am in
Suit ties and holiday parties
Mind wandering
I have put to test my net worth
On the field of song
For what it’s worth
Money comes and goes and
Slides through the holes in my clothes
Said a singer of great prose
I hold on to where the world goes
Underwhelmed by humanities desire
For love of art and thinking higher
With lost love
Heart wrenched and hammered
But we give all we have
To try to escape
The new standard

Rhetorical Confessions

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Continual manifestation
The contiguous creation
I have nothing but these notes
Floating from my soul
Out, up, filling the sky
And vacant holes
Less my life of possessions
Made through rhetorical confessions
Of undone music sessions
I hold not many
Nor own none
So these musical hulls
Owned in my own
Finished writing
I see my life flash like pink lightening
This life demands simple pleasures
And I take my happiness from that
The one and only measure

The New Summation of Dedication

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I thought I knew what was dedication

The summation of creation by mean of constants

Recurring events

A passive attempt at making myself something

But life has taught me a new life of dedication

What is the daily commitment to a lack of procrastination

The blood tears sweat of daily motivation

Reckless abandonment of other pursuits

Caring for every moment

Every move

Dedication has a new life in my eyes

Taking every moment in time

As a crucial chance to invite new challenges

Looking back I truly did not know dedication

It was a pretty word used for protection

From a true lack of focused determination

But as I grow we realize

What is true dedication

Sofa Experts

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It’s a sad day to think that people believe that they can watch a TV to become an expert. This lack of first-hand knowledge has made us one of the laziest generations ever. To think that we are judged not through the lens of humanity but through the lens of the television is a very very sad day. And to think that media, businesses, and big money has this much control over our minds is a frightful thing. call it bitterness call it jaded but the truth is these sofa experts are allowed to fake it.

The Troubles Worth Having

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Time to go all in
Again
And again
I guess when you live like this
It never really ends
Giving
Pushing
Partaking
Hoping
Praying
The troubles worth having
But not without
Question
Relative
Minor
To our triumphant, major
We hold steady
Brace for changes ahead
Unknown
A life in the arts
We have bled
For every inch we have grown