Mixed Journeys

By Thure Magnuson, Jr.

Mixed Journeys is a collection of poetry from writer Thure Magnuson, Jr.'s perspective starting from the young age of eleven to the present. This poetry is for anyone who's willing to dive into the currents of his or her own emotions ranging from love, desire and even death - almost every emotion can be found somewhere along the lines of each selection included in this edition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781678167691

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Mixed Journeys

Foreword

This book is dedicated to my father, Thure David Magnuson.  Though he did not live long enough to see this book come into fruition, he did see the makings of it in me.  For all that you’ve done, all of the weight you carried and for just being the foundation of what love is supposed to be, no one of the flesh could ever compare to you and how you loved.  I miss you daddy.

A special thank you goes to…

My sister, Leslie – you are greater than what you realize.  You’re a true manifestation of what the world needs right now, an honest & caring heart that’s true without the catch-22 strings and without judgement.  Thank you for being who you are at all times. You are a true walking testimony.  God is all over you and I’m blessed to have you as a sibling as well as a friend.

My other sister, Jenniffer – thank you for the continued support and for being a true friend without fault.  I swear we were buddies in a previous life!  I still remember the day I met you and it’s clear as day, the impression you made on me still makes me smile and laugh out loud.  You are a true walking testimony.  God is all over you and I’m blessed to have you as a friend.

All-around good people I’ve met in the workplace - Amber, Tiffany, Theresa, Becca, Todd, Chad, Erica, Debbie, Jessica, Emily, Tracy and last but not least, Liz!  You all have had a huge effect on my professional life as well as personal.  I want to thank each of you for all the support that you’ve given me and I’m extremely grateful for your leadership and mentorship.  I appreciate each of you for so many different reasons, but you all deserve a round of applause for the great influence you continue to have on making the lives you encounter better by being your true authentic selves. No matter what, you can affect others by being honest, caring and genuine.

Remember, create your own legacy - do not let anyone take that from you!

The Last Words In My Mind

I know what it feels like to be the dumbest man in the world

I know what it feels like to be an MC without any hot lyrics to spit

I know what it feels like to yell so loud that it comes out as whispers

I know what it feels like to be disregarded in all aspects

I’m fully aware of it all

Now I feel like nothing

I’m trying to feel nothing

I’m tired of the exhaustion that comes along with the madness

The insane arguments of nothing in particular

The repetitive nature of a mean soul

Same ole’ shit that seems to linger around much longer than the stench

How do you do the things you do?

And I respond

You just do as you normally do

For as long as you can

Hoping

Hopefully

Everything works out

But your mouth says otherwise

Your actions are on reprise

Lord, please don’t let my past pave the way

For one more of your arguments

The tendency to bring up the irrelevant

Continuing to loathe somewhere between hatred and hatred

With a twist of ignorance

But we know that you talk for the both of us

Hell

Not us

You

How fair is that

So comfortable in a skin that wears little

And seems to take much more than the average man

It must be alligator

Snakeskin even

I don’t know

I wish I had it at times

At other times I’m so glad that I don’t

If you were on the other end

Maybe

Just maybe

You’ll see where why my heart is on the verge of failing

Why fight for a love

When there is more fight than love to begin with

A battle royale

Just another rooster

With an empty coop

Useless and angry

All the time

Alone without a fight to reason for a fight to start

Out on the trail by yourself

En Route To Slur

I had a brush with disappointment

Yesterday

I tell you

It brushed me the wrong damn way

Of all the times when I needed

A peace of mind

Time for calm

All of that went down like the setting of the sun

Now here comes the mess of all times

Not one bowl of it

But a heaping crock-pot full

Why now

Didn’t I just have a moment like this the day before

Is this madness on repeat

When you deal with frustration on a reoccurring basis

The days melt together

Not because you want them to

It takes so much time

Then you can’t even decipher what was what

a naive understanding with something complex hidden behind the door of complacency…all the time still beckoned by the call of fear beneath the stairs on which we walk on every day to and from throughout our daily routine

You passed me with no words left

Not for me, anyway

That surprised even my curiosity

The one who talks all the damn time

On end

Endless

I know you like to hear yourself speak

On and on and on

Nagging is what they call it

Annoyance is what I put on it

You know that upfront

Continue to do what you do perfectly

Let me just get a drink

To smooth this shit out with a blur

That you couldn’t give me if

You were a bag of weed

Jealous huh

You need to be

I needed that

Senseless (When We All Want To Cry)

It makes no sense

To sit here and cry

When you don’t even care

You don’t even know why

I've asked of you one little thing

And that you can’t even abide

Tell me

Please tell me why

Do I have to make myself let go?

Make myself want to fly

Tell me

Please tell me why

Why do I suffer

Why must I cry

I changed my ways

And they seem to be working

Yet you take what I’m saying

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