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Poetry & More by Nate Abaurrea and OliviousMaximus

My good friend and fellow poet, Nate Abaurrea, came by to share with me his newest and latest book “Backroads & Borderlines.”

After some pints we decided to hit the mic and spit some pieces to remind us of those dreaded open-mic nights.

Here is our drunken exchange.

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Comeback

It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material, leaving a stain so deranged that you’ll rearrange how you feel about my take on the game.

Don’t be a fool and pick up these jewels that I’m putting down,

’cause fate deals the deck and you decide whether to fold or play for the ducats.

So pull up and come through and see how me and mine do.

Peace

Bold

It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy

I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round

Then snatching your paper!

Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout

‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels,

Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking it down the stairwell

It’s the year to hold on to those dear,

For hope is in my scope, me and mine know

I’m the fella who shares his d(h)ope.

Best wishes you trifling b*tches!

Live and Let Live

My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin

Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary

Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me

Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse me.

NO MORE

For I am the generator of this diamond-like energy

I must have responsibility, to share my love with only those that are worthy.

Now, go out there n tell my story for it’s the only way I’ll keep living

Even when I’ve returned to the essence.

LOVE

A flame in my heart is burning through my chest

and my stomach churns from the butterflies fluttering within.

The dark smut that was in my sights

has been wiped and my mind is clean,

precise and pristine.

I’m in love with life.

I’m in love with myself and

most importantly i’m starting to love everyone else.

No longer am i turning sour from the unknown variables that surround.

Because my heart and mind are now aligned.

Time to go out there and take whats mine.

Insatiable

It’s obscene for some to see

how I bend over on my hands, knees

and crawl around like a fiend

to tear away all the negativity that’s been flourishing within this being.

It’s a sure sight to see how I shake the fright

of the lack of light burning in the scope of the window of my soul.

Or is it another gleem

thats trying to shine within me?

Because the beacon that’s flashing my weaknesses

fades and reinstates itself on the plains

like a lighthouse shining the way

to lost boats off the coast.

I boast to know what it means to be hurt,

but did i learn?

Are my victories part of the lesson i passed with ease?

Are the faults that constantly haunt the reason i don’t let myself fall?

I just wanna rise.

Is that such a crime?

Covered in Paint

You choke the shaft of the brush,

wet the tip with what looks like spit

and begin to stroke.

I blush and hush my screams,

from seeing the streaking paint cream,

leaking onto your fists.

Yet you maintain a firm grip and

giggle at how I’m stoked

from your every brushstroke.

You’re talented, creative and reckless

when you allow the paint to spray onto your canvas.

You finger paint with the clumped up droplets and

smile at the masterpiece you accomplished.

While ignoring the paint sprinkled around your eye sockets.