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Old Dominion
00:14
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Stories on life and love
Discussing familial history
Over port wine
With my father
Exchanging our personal net worths
As if that was the only value
Society thought we could ever provide
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Pondering Over Pour Over
00:26
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Putting myself into another's shoes
As a black man, how could I convince myself that I ever truly belonged within the fabric of America
The white myth makin' that placed them at the center
But left no lore space for those in the periphery
Pondering this over pour over
Brain scrambled, post Dumas readin'
The pros and cons of the pros and cons
Pondering this over pour over
The pros and cons of the pros and cons
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October 16th
00:19
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It's October sixteenth
Still refusing to sleep underneath my covers
I resorted to two blankets today
I can go no further
Refusing to crawl underneath
It's my fear of commitment
I crave the warmth
But can't stomach the maintenance
So I stay above
Lonely
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4. |
Take Me Somewhere
00:20
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Stomach growls
Arguing that the future is faceless
Mogwai
Waypoint
The most golden brown leaves you could ever imagine
A lush forest
Wet with life
That warm connection felt wrapped around the one you love
Scrapped and sold to you as a scarf
It doesn't do her justice
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Frost
00:11
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You win some
You lose some
Specter in the room
Kill me in my sleep
I'll wake up in the morning
It's my off day
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To chase passions
Free of economic anxieties
Drawing pensive beauty
From deciduous trees
An edenic floral gate
Beneath setting sun
Calling out brilliantly
Towards many, towards all
And not just for one
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Leaves once red
Long forgotten
And blown away
Breath visible
Police lights flash
At campus intersection
It's finals week
Who's not okay?
Car covered in dew
Familiar painful hum
When starting up
Same old punk bands
Past their prime
Keeping you company
Reminding you the same
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On the day of a sunkissed winter
I bid farewell to thee, old magnolia
Nestled in the back corner of the yard
Eyes never opened
Roots running through the shaded, rich soil
Historically traced back to the Rancho Santa Gertrudes land grant of 1834
Cool and calm
Where the natives once stood
With Nacuanga just a few miles down the road
We're inhabiting. Existing
Where the natives once stood
Dropping it's gigantic blooming flowers onto the cement promenade below
A momentary reason for pause in this garden of eden
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She puts my mind in a good place
Like no one I've ever met before
But I'm too bland to ever seriously cross her mind
My words lack charm and my stories are tired
She's a cultured queen with a heart full of adventure
And I'm a stagnant puddle of water staring up awestruck at the most beautiful tree in the park
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The rat race
A slow monotonous process
Driven mad watching the filtered joy of others
Earned and otherwise
Put down the phone
And return to the underground
Life makes me want to go to the same place as before
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11. |
The War Drum Beats On
00:28
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Holding my breath in this precarious advance
Repaying my debt to society
Direct deposit monotony
Unwittingly a subscriber to financial illiteracy
You're telling me to brand myself to profit off lunacy?!
Where's the Patreon platform to buy me my freedom?
And all my friends' freedom
And all their friends' freedom
Therein lies in the conundrum
The working class in an eternal doldrum
As the politicians say ho hum
With green bills between golden teeth
As they incessantly beat the war drum
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Kaimana Hila
00:18
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Lighting that candle for the first time since we slept together
A tropical aroma hovers over my nightstand
Recalling the island sounds queued up that Monday afternoon
Brought inquisitive eyes to the computer screen
Flights to Hawaii are $500
A lovely evening with you is free
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13. |
Samulai
00:28
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All true artists disconnect themselves from society
In order to better explore the poetic chaos within
Though it cannot be mastered, it can be loosely tamed
Flirtations with madness seemed far too easy
At my self-appointed initiating phase of wordsmanship
And I chose to delay that action
In return for stumbling in permanent darkness
Reaching out blindly for thoughts encased in glass jars on dusty bookshelves I don't even know exist
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Vlitztomir
00:19
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Staggering breaths across altitudes
Check in with your relatives
Everything is relative
I only speak in platitudes
A pronouncement rarely met with gratitude
Digging my hands into rich soil for the transplant
So that I can place you in the light and watch you bloom
My young sunflower
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Mogadishu
00:49
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When did life get so serious?
I miss taking shrooms on the path to Machu Picchu
And not caring about American drone strikes in Mogadishu
Ignorance could surely be my bliss
Cuz what's the career path anyway
For another lazy nihilist?
Building wealth at a snail's pace
While sharing office space with coworkers who are two-faced
Progress erased by privileged politicians who've privitized race
Chop up Betsy Devos' limbs and distribute them among her 17 yachts or at your mom's place
Fuck, what's it even all for?
I've lost count of bodies in public strewn on the floor
Guns waiting for bullets, lusting for more
So go chase your money while I count laps on my ethical compass
Switch your brain off and relapse past native numbness
I've learned we're all bought out to the highest bidder
So when my mouth fills with blood and the life in my eyes begins to splinter
I'll go out choking in peace knowing spitters are quitters
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Silence
00:19
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The bellybutton is not your friend
And your mom's a terrorist
Take photos of your apartment kitchen
As the rain drifts down for the 16th time this season
Embrace the tank
Be your own free agent
Sign for less than market value
Fan favorite
Crash your car into your neighbor's garage
Silence
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Need to pay a visit to the guild master
All respects to the blind entities of the Ruby Yacht
Withholding the vision for a grander cause
A cooperative of 1 million black farmers
Thank you for the introduction Raul
We didn't know what we were doing and the project was never released
But I still remember how dark your words were
And those wooden floors
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Crows screech in the background audio of her snapchat video selfies
They carry that energy
She wears them jazz musician socks
Expressions of dastardly movements
Poetically spun out out of her nappy hair
Unquestionably lovely
In a rare midwestern blue county
Where the people are few
But the co-ops are many
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Project the rejection
A Sabellian direction
Pompeii was the foreshadow to my erection
If going extinct was primal instinct
I'd let you catch your breath
But your thoughts are so programmed primitive
I'd rather hear Shibboleth
Such misfortune of chemosorption
We'll watch your skin multiply
Charge our phones on forgotten memories
Battery alkali
Accept paws in hands' places
It's the old school turning of pages
Cashed in an iPad for wages
Breathing salt water in the realm
Of the new elegiac sages
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20. |
En-Cas Mignon
00:24
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Desiring you most exceptionally only when you turn your back
My perennial folly laps at the empty bowl
Coastal winds knock the palm tree into my bedroom window
Hauntingly scratching and howling
I cannot fall asleep
Words absorbed by the erudite man sporting woolen blazer
A reminder that, I too, could syntactically phase her
If only emotions would follow suit
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21. |
Lake Sevan
00:16
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Her eyebrows are the foundations to a pleasant future
Plump lips and a private education
Curves to match the summered beaches of Lake Sevan
A contextually woven tragedy
That has no place for me
Her presence is my preference
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Reconvene
00:23
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The craigslist dryer rumbles
While the ten dollar scarlet candle flickers away in the dark
A side porch damp with rain
Serves as her exit through the wooded gate
Shrouded in overgrown weeds and palm fronds
A familiar routine
Until one day it isn't
Present for now
Though it's time for transitory
Escapist mourning
Towards these attitudes;
We will reconvene
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23. |
Mentalist Blues
00:32
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Always wondered what I'd be like if I wasn't complacent enough to accept normalcy
Visionary artistry guised lunacy adopted as my preferred modality
Half shade, half sun
Feet on both sides of the dotted line
I guess it's fine
This poem is not for you
I'll never set foot at Oxford
Coffee cup on the Ikea table
My scrambled thoughts tethered with jumper cables
A century removed from the heights of Hughes
This poem is not for you
Cosigned by the mentalist blues
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24. |
Much to Enjoy
00:18
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Translate the name for me
I like the way the empty lot looks
Cooped up in a thin-walled dollhouse
Drunk in a queen
Still unsure about this slick back
Still unsure about a lot of things
Much to improve on
Much to enjoy
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25. |
Fissures
00:28
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I never cared
I just existed
Crossed paths with those I met
With an indifference
I only wish I could tap back into
The confidence of ignorance
I'm the gazelle who swallowed the lion
A marked man
Who internalized the pressure
From all the outside eyes
Knowing that it's much better on the periphery
Easier on the mind and soul
Mine cracks under the weight
Weeping for answered prayers
I'll crack you out eventually
Don't die on me
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Xander Rollins San Diego, California
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