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Dec 13, 2020

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·Aug 26, 2020

Fragile Fire

There’s the story of dirt and soil A hand that moves the mountain Will of transformation Will of healing Majick is the sweat in the rain Removing one to replace with another Building the shelter Time is a legacy Committing to the act Loss in this fragile fire Heart filled with ashes Don’t vacate the pain Painting by DHBogucki, 2020.

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Fragile Fire
Fragile Fire
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May 1, 2020

Pathogenic

Everything changes. Why melancholy? Struggle sets me inside a chicken coop. Feeling safer with the salmonella sisters, the day blends with the light of a flare in the sky. Blue, a poem by its very nature, regards this world, makes us whole. Return my being into solitude. Align, stretch, crack, free… Home, I am beginning to make It function. After weeks of isolation I accomplish surrender. ~

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Pathogenic
Pathogenic
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Apr 28, 2020

Devalue My Work, Devalue My Life:

High Risk Work in Times of Crisis. — Janitors, maids, housekeeping, physical plant, and orderlies; they are literally picking up after everyone else. What is a fair wage for people who make the world cleaner for others? Why are people who prepare “your space to your specifications” viewed as less critical, less valuable? …

Work

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Devalue My Work, Devalue My Life:
Devalue My Work, Devalue My Life:
Work

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Feb 11, 2020

Fuck You Poetry

I didn’t want to write today But everything is at the surface I didn’t have time today But it’s already too late I gave in today Because the jolt of consciousness that gave me liberation Is my only voice I can’t today Because time will not stand still

Poetry

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Fuck You Poetry
Fuck You Poetry
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Jan 28, 2020

Mode

Mode Sold a tapedeck Without a pause button No restaurant at the end of the universe Collapse inevitable and wished for by many You just have to pick your horse …

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Jul 4, 2019

I know what death looks like

I know what death looks like Its jaw eternally hanging open Awe and guile slipping through the gap in Its teeth The puppeteers hand mechanically spitting out words for the weak Too afraid to raise their voice Too stunned to question the line winding to the cliff

Climate Change

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I know what death looks like
I know what death looks like
Climate Change

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Jul 1, 2019

Hollow on the inside

Hollow on the inside You describe the outline of love with precision Its rotting carcass heaped at your door Even in this world of beauty You tug the hemline of dread It’s not of you to leave The cycle of your own making Pushing death to the surface A new Daisy for the sunshine Clinging fuels your hunger So you hack off another limb Standing and leaving too simple a solution

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Hollow on the inside
Hollow on the inside
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Apr 24, 2019

Where you are:

And how you got here. There is nothing more exciting than the mundane, life in its weary drabness as you drag on into your late forties. Especially if you have been living life as a constant midlife crisis. …

Tattoo

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Where you are:
Where you are:
Tattoo

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Feb 25, 2019

Trading safety for a free heart I married you by commitment No ink on paper No government decree I…

Trading safety for a free heart I married you by commitment No ink on paper No government decree I wanted trust building Patience perfecting Will of iron bending from your tears Shaking in the light of lessons I could never trust my own desire Self protection, and the determination to flee from every crime I have stolen my heart back so many times Nothing lasted until your healing heart shone its cracks The beauty of its scarred surface A map of lines telling the rarest of stories Strength is built by the toil of forgiveness.

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Trading safety for a free heart
I married you by commitment
No ink on paper
No government decree
I…
Trading safety for a free heart
I married you by commitment
No ink on paper
No government decree
I…

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DHBogucki

DHBogucki

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Artist, Writer, Tattooist, Find me on Instagram, UnSplash, and FB under that same name.

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