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Physical anomalies


Happiness is stored somatically Just as physical pain brings emotional distress Every bad thing that has ever happened to me Resonates within every atom of my breath My bones remember my first lost love As they stretch they release a painful flood Each and every cell I'm composed of Vibrates to the individual drum of my every sensation Memories collect at my fingertips Looks like pots from raging rivers Cascading through sinews aging simultaneously Creating gray hairs that so beleaguer me My old broken bones tell stories to me My ears thus hear a cacophony Translations from one part of me Are interpreted perfectly to the next As I trim my nails reluctantly I'm discarding a part of my past Every fiber in my very being Feels buoyant as I laugh There's a corporeal reaction To every psychological action If I try to separate the two True understanding eludes me The chemistry of my brain Vibrates to every thought And cultivates corresponding phenomena From my head down to my toes I cannot separate your existence from mine Our bodies and thoughts intertwined Separateness is illusion Self preservation A lie I transfer energy from my consciousness To everyone else around me I either cultivate the love within Or the hate that likes to haunt me Energy does not merely material Our thoughts are carried on the wind In dispersed to every individual We come into contact with It all boils down to oneness There is no separation Every thought Rock and physical being Thrives in homeostasis
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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