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Red Monochrome

Red denotes swellingIn most of its formsLike a heart forlornOr the tenseness when its torn Half are taught only RedBut ostracized when they expressTold to dim to lessDenied a simple caress The others are taught YellowNo matter the true toneRegardless how aloneOnly Yellow may be shown God forbid a PrismCould ever come acrossThere would be great lossWithout this albatross. –Christopher Goral

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Falling

Falling…Falling…Falling…Falling…In Love, for Lies, Apart, in Place Sinking…Sinking…Sinking…Sinking…In Oceans, feelings, a Shot, Confidence Standing…Standing…Standing…Standing…For self, for Others, for Nothing, Alone Marching…Marching…Marching…Marching…To War, for Peace, for Freedom, for Equity Working…Working…Working…Working…For Change, for Pay, for Scraps, for…

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Mind Tricks

HappinessDoesn’t happenTo me oftenOnly when I’m away.Am I tricked?Or justBlind. –Christopher Goral

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Ownership

Words don’t need to make senseThey just need to existThough the author may insistIt may all be past tense No-one owns their wordsAs hard as a person triesIt stands hard to denySociety and its blurbs. But give the artist creditWherever it is dueAny less is a ruseTo appropriate and sell it. –Christopher Goral

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I Am An American

I am of the RevolutionKorea, Vietnam and Normandy beachI helped build these institutionsThat some claim anyone can reachI am an American I am the immigrant running the shopThe reporter on the streetThe factory worker making stockThe shortstop with quick feetI am an American I am fed dreams and hopeBoth real and apparitionalI dream of greener pasturesUnknown and intentionalI am an American My…

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Trails

The forest contains no-oneAnd I like it that wayEmpty of vicious dinAway from the calamities’ fray I envy the treesAs they never concernEven finding a useWhen their bodies twist and churn Even so they leave behindA seed to carry their nameWe humans do this as wellThough our marks may carry shame I respect the insectsAnd their determinationWorking for the winterTo stave off extermination I am…

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On Call

Although it’s been a timeThe clank is in my headArousing me from bedLost slumber is the fine Into the weeping nightThe lonesome crewman goesTo find the hidden poseof the evening’s urgent plight No-one claims it safeThough mainly just a boreFiling through this choreWith rhythmic step and strafe It’s for the greater goodFor all the burnt out lightsTo protect from unknown frightof burning…

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The Pressures of Being a Millennial

Generational normsDemand my depressionPerhaps to make some artOut of life’s tender lessons. This is but a ruseI don’t need to be sadTo speak to what I feelA unique little fad. Feeling is like waterEasily relatableThough my fellow artistsMay find this debatable. I don’t edit much.Can you change an emotion?I just give what I haveWith all of my devotion. –Christopher Goral

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Greenwashing

The CEO chucklesWith a hearty grinHe’s found a new marketTo commit fresh sins. One of trickeryTo what the planet holds dearGiving wasteful distractionTo temper real fears. But not all is lostSome are still sincereLike a lost tuneThat travels to the ear. –Christopher Goral

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Niagara

The passage of time is endless,When the senses have been dulled.Calling desire to egress,Accompanying the restless,As boredom has been culled. The roar blocks out the mind,Pushing out all wrongs.Depression leaves in kind,Only fury can it find,from consistence of its songs. The area around it crumbles,like some obvious metaphor.Knowing what’s in storefor rust-belt towns galore,leave only with a…

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Cumulus

The breeze feels different

when you listen to its voice.

It asks the hard questions

and ponders on your choice.

Should the birds be alone

in their sanctuary skies?

Lest they be joined

and dry the angels' cries.

Some say its too late,

that there's nothing we can do.

Or one can do their part

not contribute to the gloom.

Alas, for now, the answer

lies among the breeze.

Taking its many thoughts

and spreading across the seas.

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In Defense of Disconnecting

I feel that the pressures

of modernity

have become the norm

rather than calamity.

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“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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Wedding Planning

Who could have thought

that a day full of love

would be so fraught

with stress, pain, and trudge.