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(316.) Wisdom Of The Sage
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Gently as the giggle glides down,
her sweet stomach.
As my hand reverses her frown
to the other way.
I gently wash the wall,
clean of blemish.
As if there were any on this fall
en angel oh so fair.
Slight of hand makes quick,
work of the prison.
As I harness her in thick
of my own passion.
She grabs tight over the key,
to the door.
Just to glance at in glee
the wonderland beyond.
Like putty in her clutch,
over my heart.
I fall and tremble to her touch
of my being.
I retaliate with a thrust of force,
knocking her through the door.
Into the great source
of the wonderland.
We rest as if struck by fear,
of God's wrath.
Do not go too near
nor to far.
Respecting youth and age,
not doing to much.
With wisdom of the sage
we gently touch.
(317.) Pity?
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If I looked away in wonder.
Of the fury that you tore assunder.
Would you take pity on me?
Or is that fury that you want me to see?
If I were hit by the shrapnels of your torment.
Would you look at me in lament?
Or am I too weak to percieve what you mean?
Should I neither be heard nor seen?
Have I failed you?
Is this true?
I know I am to be strong.
And I did hold out for so long.
But you took me down still.
Dove for my throat with intent to kill.
I am weak.
Decrepid and meak.
That is why I whine and complain.
Your actions are driving me insane.
If I give up, will you hate my being?
The actions that I am seeing.
Can they come from this poor frail.......thing?
With ressonance of when an angel sing!
Able to massacre and slaughter.
With the eyes of the judge's daughter.
I'll look away.
And pray that you'll show pitty on this day.
(318.) Wizards, and blades, and knights, oh my!
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Wizard,s and blades, and knights, oh my!
Magic, and rainbows, and dragons all gracing the sky.
World of magic, myth and fames.
Countless creatures with impossible names.
Wheels and rings.
God's and the return of kings.
Fantasy mixed with dreams.
Mind's imagination, bursting at the seams.
Apply your stories and your mind.
Weaving stories that are one of a kind.
Damsels and and castles the knight must scale.
Bring to the kingdom a wonderful tale.
He'll tell you of journeys accross the land.
How he knows the fair maiden like the back of his hand.
Think of a world unlike our own.
Is it something that you wish to be shown?
Medievil dreams and such.
Wish you could, if only touch.
But they are what I said.
Dreams thought up in your head.
So keep living in our world of scars.
With highways, buildings, and cars.
Sorry it's not what you had wish it to be.
But make the most of life, change and you'll see.
Life is nice, even without all the magic.
Even if at times, this life is a bit tragic.
(319.) Blank
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Blank slate.
Disapate.
I hate.
My fate.
To rule this
Abyss.
f*ck void.
I'll avoid
Another catastrophy.
For you and me.
If you,
Love me too.
We'll be together.
Forever.
Ruling over my land.
With Queen in hand.
Maybe it won't be so bad.
It was you I never had.
Will you rule with me?
Is that where you choose to be?
By my side
Feelings for me you'll never hide?
Then it must be so.
To the chapel we shall go.
We'll rule this kingdom come.
That is, if you want some.
(320.) Drip
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Drip.
It falls from my fingertip.
Pulsing out the the cut.
Carved out a deep rut.
When it strolled into my life.
It brought it's friends pain and strife.
Blood pouring out my body.
The craftsmanship of this vessel is shoddy.
Bullets, No.
Not somewhere a knife would go.
This wound comes from my heart.
Where you reached in and tore it apart.
I'll miss you in my final daze.
Thoughts of the actions are still a haze.
Did you ever really love me, did you ever really care?
Do I ask this with my final breathe, do I dare?
Neigh, I shall just lie here and bleed to death.
It would pain me more to hear your breathe.
(321.) Ifs and Buts
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if its and buts
were candies and nuts
would you still love me?
is happy something we can be?
if almost only counts in horseshoes
and handgrenades, why do you sing the blues?
i loved you with all my heart
from our broken start
but you sing your song of woes
and the hurtful places it goes
so my question for you
and i want to know if it is true
if its and buts
were candies and nuts
would you still love me?
(322.) Shift Change
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The dawn cracks the light over the grounds.
The nightshift is taking it's final rounds.
Morning soldiers are pouring into their places.
Peering over their coffee they say goodbye to the many faces.
Early morning dew still crusts everything around.
The bell alarms and everyone can hear the sound.
Going home to rest for tommorow.
A tiny bit of sympathy is all they ask to borrow.
But they get nothing but a pat on the back.
They try their best to stay awake so they can go home and hit the sack.
Shift change at the plantation.
The new gaurds change the sterio to their favorite station.
Rocking out to te soft soultry beat.
Lean back in their chair and put up their feet.
Clocked in and ready to work for hours.
Day dreaming of having super powers.
Still groggy from the morning commute.
Everyone's holding their tounges and the scene is mute.
Wasting away their lives in this pointless job.
Hours upon hours the building will rob.
Sucking their soul from the their very being.
Their misery and suffering no one is seeing.
Bored with life and this meaningless existence.
Read the Bible but still have no repentence.
Something new to try maybe?
Go home to my wife, have a baby.
Find a new job and start a new life.
Get away from this torturous strife.
The deciding moment for the rest of his days.
Do you think he will leave or in the end stays?
I think he's tired of everything and everyone.
And with this life he will soon be done.
Tie the rope tightly around the pole.
Turn off the lights that are sucking his soul.
Stand on the chair and smell the dew.
Jump in the air and his life is through.
Shift change in his mind.
The final shift change, one of a kind.
(323.) Picture This
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I'll paint a picture, of you, me, and the Earth.
I'll hang it over the hearth.
We'll show it off to our guests when they come over.
With trees, animals, life, and a four leaf clover.
It'll be really neat.
This picture will not be beat!
But there's something wrong with this image, I can't draw.
Though my stick figures are some of the best you've ever saw.
Oh well, I'll pain anyways.
Of life, love, hours, and days.
I'll include you, you're that streak of pretty.
If only there were a better color, what a pitty.
I'll include me, I'll be the White stripe.
A dash of your fruit, doesn't it look so ripe?
Like I could pick it straight from the picture and eat you up.
I'll paint in a river so pure you can fill up a cup.
A sky so blue you could fly forever.
A few hidden jokes, aren't I so clever?
Even if I can't paint.
I'll stroke the board till I feint!
Maybe if I could use some of your soul.
I'm sure this beautiful thing would make my picture whole.
Ah for when this day comes, I want you to pose for me.
So I can paint you in the picture and show all those who want to see.
Just having you grace the canvas makes me swoon.
I'll have to paint the picture, very soon!
Because you inspire me, to paint the world.
Into a mish mash of colors ont othe canvas swirled.
No, I'm not talking about an actual picture.
That would require me to do work about the fixture.
I'm talking about my general life.
It's so beautiful like wood carved with a knife.
Sculpture of perfectness immortalized forever.
Life wasn't always so beautiful, but you came in and evil's ties did sever.
I saw you a smiled so big.
Grander than a tree, more fragile than a twig.
You make my day and life perfect to be in.
Now it is time for me to paint a picture, shall I begin?
(324.) Forgive Me?
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If I were a sailor, would you sail with me?
Maybe I could be a an artist, if I made a painting, would you want to see?
When I say I'm sorry, will you be able to forgive?
Or in this moment, will we forever relive?
I feel bad now, will you comfort my mind?
Mend my bones, and get me out of this bind?
Maybe if I gave up, stop medling and forget.
Would you still claim me, or will I be just a regret?
So many questions, that I have to ask you.
Am I really a monster, can this be true?
If it must be so, then please don't look.
I am nothing but a rapist, a murderer, and a crook.
If I am unforgiven, then I must be cast out.
Left to rot in my filth, in pain I must shout.
I trully am sorry, that I have caused you pain.
When I ask for forgiveness, will it be in vain?
I ask you these questions, and hope you tell me in truth.
Have I helped you, or just corrupted your youth?
I know you care for her, and I do too.
But please don't tell me, it's trully through.
I give up, fall to my knees.
Will you forgive me, please?
(325.) Am I Caring Enough Yet
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Mother used to tell me, that I was one of a kind.
That I would grow up, and blow away her mind.
My love tells me Im sweet.
That I cannot be beat.
Friends tell me they trust me.
How can this be?
Am I really one of a kind in this world of clones?
Is that my voice, drowned out by the moans?
Father used to say.
That I was so caring, each and every day.
Cats would walk up and purr.
But to all these people, did it ever occur?
That maybe I'm not good enough.
I don't have the right stuff.
To meet your dreams.
That I don't know more than it seems.
I think I do.
This is true.
But I am no better or worse.
So what if I can write a verse.
They mean nothing to me if I can't meet your expectations.
Even when I reach my limitations.
I am good nor bad.
I'll cheer you when you're sad.
If I do fail.
Exposed to my bones so frail.
Would I still be caring?
Brave and daring?
Would I just be another clone who thinks he has an answer to this life.
Or am I just me, caught up in the strife?
Question marks and periods cannot express how I feel.
Like this world is all too real.
So they say I'm caring, sweet, and mature.
But why can they all so sure?
I will try my hardest to please.
So you can set your mind at ease.
Even if you call me flawless.
I will give no more, no less.
Just myself to you and your woes.
By your side is where it goes.
Is that caring enough for you my friend?
Or is it time for me to end?
This poem of of periods and questions that will never be,
Set before your eyes for you to see.
I am no more, I am no less.
I claim my rights, my sins I hereby confess.
(326.) Out Of My Mind
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I was walking with a ghost.
A shapeless mean old host.
You lied to my face.
Delivered with a cold hearted embrace.
You were not even there.
How could you possibly care?
But now, you're out of my mind.
No longer do I think you're kind.
Spectre of a broken dream.
Your nothing but a shoddy beam.
To support your lust.
Actions you take not just.
You're out of my life.
Ending this strife.
You're out of my sight.
No longer will I fight.
For your attention.
You have no good intention.
Good bye and adieu.
We are through.
Maybe in the next life span.
You will be a man.
Something more than just a thief.
That is my belief.
You're out of my mind.
(327.) Where
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I reached out into the dark to hold your hand.
But nothing was there and my stomach dropped.
I fealt sick and alone.
Went to put my arm around my love.
But nothing was there.
I fealt so disowned.
Where have you gone?
Why aren't you here?
Sitting with me and holding my hand.
Easing my troubles and settling my mind.
Where are you?
(328.) Virus In A Cancer Patient
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Infection originates from the brain.
It is passed down through the nerves.
Synapse after synapse going off.
The muscles move and words begin to form.
As if a virus in a cancer patient it spreads like mad.
From mouth to air, to air to ear.
Each is interpretted in a different form.
Translated, rotated, and made to fit the mind.
As each different one hears what it wants.
The infection spreads farther.
Each vessel gets stronger untill they all assimilate.
Into a mass that not even you can stop.
Hear our words and fear our might.
You will join us, by this I swear.
Like a virus in your brain.
On our side, you shall be.
Do not believe this warning I issue?
Just wait to hear it with your own ears.
You'll be infected soon enough.
(329.) Beauty
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Beauty.
It is the baby born on the monday.
Of any given day.
On the freeway.
Beauty.
It is the chubby girl crying in the dark.
Because the models hark.
And eat her flesh like a shark.
Beauty.
It is the tear that rolled down your cheek.
Because you saw heaven and felt too weak.
And even if you live forever, you'll still feel meek.
Beauty.
It is the sun as it hits the sky.
While the birds fly so gracefully by.
And you have to look away or shade your eye.
Beauty.
It is the day after tommorrow.
When you're weeping in sorrow.
Because you asked to hold her hand and her life she let you borrow.
Beauty.
Is is a lover's first kiss.
The kind that you shall always reminisce.
And when someone bad mouths it you hiss.
Beauty.
It is a poor man's paycheck.
That keeps him so tightly incheck.
So that his family may eat and live in something better than a wreck.
Beauty.
It is the porcelain doll in your room.
The soft skinned thing you wish you had in your womb.
But will never have, and carry to your tomb.
Beauty.
It is a raindrop on a leaf.
That falls on your forehead and makes you breathe a sigh of relief.
Even if it is taken away by an Umbrella bearing thief.
Beauty.
It is that thing they try to achieve.
So that there are presents under the tree on Christmas eve.
That the next morning there is a Christmas for young Steve.
Beauty.
It is the flowers planted on your bed.
As you're underlying 6 feet with the dead.
Because you could take no more and took your head.
Beauty.
It is the first time your baby say's dad.
It reminds you of the greatest moments you've ever had.
Then you realize, life was not all that bad.
Beauty.
It is the picture that the director made.
Experimenting in it's pitch and fade.
The story of the life remade.
Beauty.
It is that feeling you get when you're all alone.
When the slightest noise chills you to the bone.
And you don't reach out to answer the phone.
Beauty.
It is the smile on the girl who never smiles.
Because the power of that grin can drive a man for miles.
In the power of her face, the ability to break down her sad trials.
Beauty.
It is the house that you lived in.
With your sweet kin.
As it is being torn down from within.
Beauty.
It is the first time it runs across the floor.
To meet you when you enter the door.
They scream out "Daddy!" and you long for more.
Beauty
Is the first time that lovers kiss.
As their eyes glaze over in sweet bliss.
It was a trick shot, but not a miss.
Beauty.
It is the passing of age.
As if the turning of a page.
We all turn quickly from babe to sage.
Beauty.
It is every time I see you.
Whether the light reflects off your skin and the light blinds me through.
To the fabled moment when you say you do.
Beauty.
Is more than a word can ever mean.
More than a God has ever been.
Greater than any of us, have ever seen.
(330.) Quicken
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Could you end a life in vain?
Or would this action cause you pain?
If I were to plead to you,
for this life to soon be through.
Would you cry and point the gun?
Or break down and run.
In the final moments of my breath.
Could you please, quicken my death?
(331.) Unborn Baby
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People cry and parents mourn.
For the short lived child who lay unborn.
Life enters quickly through the door.
But soon as leave forever more.
If thy life had not been cut so quick,
Would you be a saint or a prick?
Go to school and grow old.
Would stories of prestige be told?
How long would you live to be?
Would you always be free?
Questions asked of you my friend.
Because you were born and met your end.
(332.) Is Heaven?
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Is heaven of our own creation?
Spun forth from hell and self-mutilation.
Or is it more us hopeless.
For this I pray and confess.
(333.) Fair Maiden Over There
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Virtuous and fair.
The maiden over there.
She blows a kiss and I do too.
Our encounter is now through.
(334.) Supervising Over Earth
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Maybe there is someone over the Earth.
Supervising, death and birth.
Like a grandiose Grim Reaper.
Our record keeper.
Was it recorded when I was born?
Or is that page torn?
(335.) Why Pray When You Can Dream?
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Why pray when you can dream?
Does this action give you pleasure.
Dreaming does better for me it seem.
Because then my hopes have no measure.
(336.) God On A Knee
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God loves you they say.
So they all bow on their knees and pray.
But God has never been on knee for you.
Why shouldn't you do the same too?
(337.) Love For You To Open Your Door
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I'd love for you to open your door.
Talk to me and see my reaction.
We'll talk forever and never bore.
Care to open your mouth in action?
(338.) What Would God Say
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What would God say?
If he saw what I did today.
Condemn or shun?
Are my days done?
Or will he praise me.
You think he'll see?
The greatness behind my humor.
Maybe he can see why I can laugh at a tumor.
I'd hate to go to hell for a little gag.
At how his cheeks begin to sag.
And how the preacher touched the little boys.
Played with their favorite toys.
Am I to go to hell?
For the funny joke I tell.
(339.) Left Over From Winter
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Breezes left over from winter, blow through her hair.
As if an eraser, wiping clean of worry and care.
While the flowers dance madly in the wind.
The sunbeams flow over, and gracefully bend.
To accent the angel, running through the grass.
Troubles like the scenery are quickly flying pass.
Running toward a nowhere.
Chasing a somewhere.
If I am to end up even a few feet from my prize.
If only to still be within the range of her eyes.
I would have made a journey, twice-over it would seem.
Of running through a happy, perfect endless dream.
Heaven may be perfect, but it has nothing on her.
To the world around me, a thougth may never occur.
Following in the footsteps of the maiden on the run.
A flood of feelings, we label as fun.
With half-opened eyes, a gaze I ask to borrow.
Can I follow with you, and run until tomorrow?
(340.) Love Is A Fool
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I saw you at Christmas, sitting by the tree.
I remember you at thee dance, waiting there for me.
Sad and ignored, feeling nothing but hate.
Of this I sure that you are irate.
Maybe if you asked, to join in on the fun.
Instead of being constantly, forever on the run.
I can still picture the first time you say hello.
The slightest notion of you irked me below.
But I still stood by you and said you were a friend.
Until you hurt me, and I put us to an end.
So I see you waiting, right outside the door.
As if you were in the ceilings, wall, and very floor.
Maybe you should say your sorry and admit that I am right.
Be the bigger one, and end this silly fight.
But alas you are too stubborn, ignorant and blind.
As you're the reason, we're in this pointless bind.
So love, you were wrong.
You can stop singing your sad song.
In a fight with my emotions, can this be right?
Why is it that I'm losing, countless sleep at night.
Emotions can be unruly, blind, and cruel.
But be the first to apologize and the beat the old fool.
(341.) Glazed Over Life
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Stop and look around.
This is life.
It only happens once I've heard.
I think I'm just here for the view though.
Think of it as a summer home.
I really think I've done well.
It may have it's ups and downs.
A few sad times and worse days.
But, overall it's nice.
Even if I'm alone.
I'd still be able to glare.
Just sorta sit back in amazment.
Glazed over from everything.
It's very beautiful.
Like it was made for me.
Maybe it was.
Oh well.
We live, we grow old, and we die.
The pessimist finds another reason to complain.
Well, I say why care at all.
Now excuse me while I lean back and live.
Even if in the end it will all be in vain.
I enjoyed it while it lasted.
(342.) Sky Of Gray.
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Sillouhettes of strangers cross my eyes.
Their outlines are graced by gray-blue skies.
A bit of exstacy by my side.
Holding hands our love we don't hide.
Got a pocket full of a star.
It's not much, but it'll get me far.
Bought my ticket to the afterlife.
So I'll have it ready when I'm in a strife.
Heading on the highway onto tommorrow.
Wearing sunglasses that I had to borrow.
If it were not for the angel with the porcelain skin.
This bit of Heaven I wouldn't be in.
So I keep driving for a while.
With girl at my side wearing a smile.
Make it to somewhere over the horizon of the day.
Driving off into the sky of gray.
(343.) Angel From My Nightmare.
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Hello there.
The angel from my nightmare.
You keep me awake when the moon's gone to bed.
Every time I rest my weary head.
I feel as if it's treason.
To hear your voice of reason.
But when I go to bed at night.
And my dreams turn into fright.
I reach out into the dark for you.
Is this feeling true?
Why is it when I am away, I miss you more?
That I think of you for hours and never bore?
I think it's a sign.
That you make me feel so fine.
I think I would have to speculate.
That you are my perfect mate.
I saw you wilt, shrivel, and rise again.
How hard it must have been.
I can only imagine how much strength it requires.
To be there in my darkest spires.
When I'm falling down the endless abyss.
How you toss me the way out and never miss.
You're so special, one of a kind.
Figment of my imagination's mind.
How do you walk this Earth beside me?
In plain site for all to see.
Hello there.
The angel from my nightmare.
By my side you walk so real.
I hold your hand just to see if it is real.
It's really you, the porcelain being.
That light in the darkness I was seeing.
Trully the perfect thing for me to hold.
If I may be so bold.
Angel how did you find your way to my side?
And why is it that you do not hide?
I am to scared to ask these things.
I just accept you for a gift that Heaven brings.
So thank you angel from the nowhere.
Taking me to somewhere.
Forging a new road.
Made of dreams and imagination my mind did unload.
You may just be a lie and not even here.
But I am glad you are near.
(344.) I Am To Frail
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I crawled on on broken legs because it hurt too much to walk.
I sat still and cut myself because my tears burnt my flesh like acid.
I wrote it all down because the sound of my voice made my ears bleed.
I swallowed my pride and let you rape me because I was too lazy to fight back.
I kept pushing the button to release the medicine because I didn't want to deal with it all.
I died inside because you walked away and I was too scared to follow.
I loved you because you loved me and I was so afraid of being lonely.
Now I am lonely, because I trusted you.
(345.) Dawn
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While the day slept night slowly crept up to its side without making a squeek.
It giggled a soft giggle and kissed day gently on the cheek
But as soon as day awoke, night was gone.
Day blushed crimson, and men who saw this called it dawn.
(346.) Snide Girls
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Laughing and giggling with me are the girls by my side.
No longer stuck up and snide.
I thought my joke was funny, the one about the pet owner.
But it turns out, they just saw my boner.
(347.) Playing It Safe
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The baseball goes flying towards the plate.
Shall he swing or shall he wait?
He waits and the ball hits him in the head.
The safe-player is now dead.
(348.) Overdue Blossom
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Like rose petals in their crimson hue.
The time of blossom is long overdue.
Late bloomer in the garden of life.
Girl with sudden bleeding, I feel your strife.
(349.) Pervert's Punishment
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Wanking wanking all day long.
Waxing up and down his schlong.
To the porn site he saw on the net.
That is untill he saw his mother, bent over a Corvette.
(350.) Bad Children
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From miles away you could hear the flesh being torn from the bone.
The shrieks and screams in a horrible tone.
What could cause this horrible plight?
The boogie monster devouring every bad child in sight.
(351.) 102
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If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I will always remember.
Our times in december.
Though I will try.
The thought of you still bring a tear to mine eye.
Because no matter how many times the clock makes it around.
Never shall I forget your sound.
Even if I lived to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
I could die tommorrow.
Repent of all my sins and sorrow.
But no matter how deep the cuts are carved out.
Nor how much I shout.
You are forever,
Through all that I endevor.
If I live to be one-hundred and two.
I just don't think, I'll ever get over you.
(352.) Dream Of An Angel
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I awoke and stared out into the night.
There was nothing to see but drowned out light.
The dream was quick and the message blunt.
The fox would run and the dog would hunt.
I breathed a breathe and heaved a sigh.
I whiped the sweat away from above my eye.
Not a thought could cross my mind.
The face I saw was one of a kind.
An angel in a silk robe stood staring out.
The feelings overtook me and I let out a simple shout.
"I love you." I spat unto the angel as she looked down on me.
She peered straight through me, I could clearly see.
"Why?" she asked with a smile.
"I do not know." I said with unbridled denile.
But I did and she knew.
She could read me through and through.
I asked her to please come by my side.
But she turned away and quickly went to hide.
Like a dog with smell of meat.
I quickly pounded my feet.
I chased her through the forest, untill my body had no more.
Frightened was I, for the angel I may bore.
She would lose interest and I would cry.
But she gently whispered "If you left I would die."
I shed a tear and pushed on.
She held my hand and supported me untill the moon was gone.
The light bled into my eyes.
And I awoke to see no blue skies.
But the light I saw beaming about, was nothing more than her soft skin.
And to describe the beauty lying next to me, I cannot begin.
(353.) Kisses Are Wine
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My heart to thy heart
My hand to thine
My lips to thy lips
Kisses are wine.
Brewed within ryhme.
Perfected in time.
My head to thy head
My skin to yours
My soul to thy soul
Slowly it pours.
Mixed together with you
As pure as the dew.
My hopes to thy hopes
My dreams to ours
My strength to thy strengths
Your incredible powers.
You have no weakness or flaw
Most perfect being, that I ever saw.
My future to thy future
My tommorrow today
My words thy ears
"I love you" I say.
Now build dreams with me in bed.
Come lie with me and rest our head.
(354.) Why Do I Love You?
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Why do I love you?
Because you smile and I warm.
Because we giht and you cry.
And I do something stupid and hurt you.
So I say I'm sorry.
You get a headache and I tell you I love you.
I ask i I can help and you say no.
I remark and you misunderstand.
Why do I love you?
Because you love me.
Because you hold my hand.
And you make me feel good by just being near.
So I try to be with you at all times.
You get tired of me I sometimes fear.
I ask if this is true and you think I poke fun.
I cry because of the thought that you might leave me behind.
Why do I love you?
Because you let me.
Because you are the greatest thing to happen, ever.
And because you're beautiful.
So I tell you.
You don't believe me.
I tell you more.
I tell you the truth.
Why do I love you?
Because you are perfect.
Because you have no equal before my eyes.
And I see clear beside you.
So I grip tight.
You tell me to get off.
I ask why.
I feel hurt.
Why do I love you?
Because there is nothing better I can do.
Because you in all meaning of the phrase, complete me.
And you love me.
So what if we fight?
You love me right?
I love you.
I can say this with all my being and it's true.
(355.) Transfusion
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No need for a second glance.
You've already played the game. lost your chance.
Glanced about in a daze of confusion.
As if you'd had a bad transfusion.
What's that you say, your blodds gone bad?
The blood I pumped in you is all you had.
I kept you healthy and well.
Made your body run and lifted you from hell.
Well you're the one that walked away.
Didn't leave a letter, didn't have much to say.
You can't live without me you know.
But through your body I no longer flow.
So what if you die?
I'm still healing from you leaving and I cry and I cry.
Serves you right for taking me out.
You deserve your fate, withotu a doubt.
(356.) Blue Hat
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Blue hat on red head.
Arrow shoot, I'll soon be dead.
Heaven's part and doors split.
Light is seen from within the pit.
She walks with her head held high above.
The blue hat hides her true love.
But it shows she cares so much.
That she's willing to chance it all to touch.
She loves her style, she loves her grace.
I love the soul behind that pretty face.
She'll wear it snug, around her brain.
In hopes it will somehow cause the rain.
She lets him wear it when he is down.
Thinking it may somehow cure his frown.
But she hates the way it look.
So back to her head it is soon took.
Girl in blue hat I love you so.
And even if I can't show you enough, I want you to know.
(357.) No Words
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No words can show the way I feel.
But with all my might I shall try.
To glorify your name even if it all be in vain.
I love you and I want everyone to know.
That my love is pure and so is your embrace.
I love you is all I may say.
(358.) Maze Rats
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City sidewalk stretched out as far as I can see.
Millions of people walking to and fro.
But I wonder, do they really have anywhere to go?
I myself am quite lost in this big maze of concrete.
I wonder if they notice me.
As I walk along this paved road to nowhere.
Will I end up somewhere?
But I guess to them I'm just a ghost.
A weary traveller or a beggar for their change.
They could care less for my life, my name.
We're all so different yet so earily the same.
People pass me by and never look.
If I were special, or had some kind of trait.
Do you think they would look at me and release noise of "Ooh" and "Ah!"?
Marvel at my skills and throw change into my hat of straw.
Or would I just be another thing they saw on Mulberry Lane?
I feel lonely as they all move by so fast.
No change to spare, no words to say.
Just mindlessly to and fro they sway.
From sun up to moon down, they all just run the maze.
I am different as you can see.
No home nor love nor things to share.
I have no home, as if anyone care.
No time of day or nice hello.
I wander alone in my house of nothing.
Poor, alone, and so cold.
I think I shall die alone and not that old.
And the people shall just keep walking.
Next time you're in the maze.
Looking for the reward of cheese.
Could you please,
Spare some change or a nice hello?
(359.) Nine Feet Long
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If I had a dick that was nine feet long!
I'd be king of all men and master of the schlong.
So Genie, that is my wish, give me a dick that's 3 feet thick!
So the Genie did so and did so real quick.
He fell to the ground and couldn't stand.
As he squirmed in pain at the anguish at hand.
A beautiful woman began to walk past.
Blood started flowing to the spot real fast.
He grew pale, and realized what he'd done.
He didn't have enough blood to run that huge ton!
So is the story of the insecure man.
Remember this lesson, if you want a big willy, think out your plan.
(360.) Red Meat
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Joey lived in a happy up-side down.
Nary a face with a face with a right-side-frown.
Joey was a boy who loved his life.
His daddy carved meat with a butchers knife.
Daddy loved Joey very much.
But mommy loved Joey , daddy, and every man she could touch.
Joey went to school with a big ol smile.
Just a little up the road, about a mile.
Smiles were everywhere around.
Except the for the boy who made not a sound.
From a little city miles away.
Driving non-stop it'd take you a day.
Joey went home to find mommy in bed.
Daddy found out and soon she was dead.
Joey understood and so did the town.
They buried mommy in her favorite gown.
She looked pretty, and everyone grinned.
It was ok, mommy had sinned.
The sad little boy told Joey not to cry.
But it was ok, just mommy that die.
The sad little boy was sad and scared.
It was as if no one had cared.
That woman just go killed!
Why were they all so earily thrilled?
New meat was in daddy's shop the next day.
"Red Meat" was all the sign would say.
The sad little boy's parents bought a pound.
To the piece of hair in the meat his eyes were bound.
Was this the woman that had died?
Was this the reason that no one had cried?
Joey ate happily in the butcher store.
Eatign and chewing, more and more!
The sad boy called him sick and a Cannibal.
He knew that word, as he'd seen Hannibal.
Instantly was knife in his back.
Like a cold silent heart attack.
The boy slump slowly to the floor below.
Another word of the boy no one would ever know.
His family was kicked out of town real quick.
But the butcher's shop had new meat, "Red Meat, Extra Thick"
(361.) again
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heart beats
again
and again
pumping life from me
going away to far away lands
from my feet to my hands
faster it pumps
again
and again
blood reaches the brain and it tells the rest
make this, see that, do this, here me out
why does it keep pumping
why
again
and again
faster, harder, stronger
it's throughtout my entire body in seconds
giving life to all it touchs
now it's heading back to the source
fresh power from the battery
picking up resources along the way
the rush is incredible
again
and again
i can't take much more of this
this fake high coursing through my body
i gotta let it out
i gotta get out
it goes everywhere inside the boundries
what if it had no boundries
it'd go on forever
again
and again
i'll just let it free
a simple doorway
into the life outside
i'd make thousands
and my life shall reach you in no time
it's already going across the floor
i want you to see it
let me share it
again
and again
(362.) As If It Were
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The world is
Just another outlet for me to scream through.
These feelings are
More blind faith in the dark.
My actions seem
Like I am unhappy.
The truth of me is
That I'm just dissapointed.
Dissapointed in
All those that speal before they think and hurt all others.
I'll try
To help them all out.
But I am
Only a helpless peon.
In a giant game
That sucks us all down.
Into that abyss we call
Sadness.
We shall rise above
That which keep us down.
Let's try to
Stick together.
For once
Let's try.
(363.) Two + Un
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Rain drips down the window leaving trails for others to follow.
They all quickly follow down a path.
None really blaze their own.
Come to think of it, they probably never blaze.
But as I sit there and look out the window.
I see a gray sky and white clouds.
It's quite a beautiful combination of colors.
Beautiful is a color.
It's the color I use to paint you.
Your eyes are the color beautiful.
How do you make this color?
You mix all those things you cannot describe with words.
The kind of things that leave you in awe.
Things that can pull tears from your soul.
....I guess beautiful is beautiful so to say.
Cheesy, I know, but it's true.
It's like that, well, that first time you beat that record and get the gold medal.
Sure it doesn't always mean a whole lot, but damn it feels good.
It's like, God gives you a pat on the back.
Don't believe in God?
Well then I guess it's the first sip of wine from a well deserved break.
The rain is still running down the window.
Sometimes I sit here and I wonder.
Am I the raindrop that makes it's own trail?
Or do I do nothing but ride on the success of others?
I don't really know.
And I wonder what color I am.
(364.) Tribute To The Pixies
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I la la la love you.
Ya ya ya you know it's true.
My monkey gone to heaven, oh so tame.
Mr. Grieves is my Silver name.
I'll cycle on my wave of mutilation.
Oh My Golly I'm Amazed at the mutation.
The Brick Is Red.
The Goes My Gun up to my head.
Hey, Crackity Jones why do I Bleed?
Could it be I'm Dead upon my steed?
Vamos into the Gigantic River Euphrates, Here Comes Your Man.
You're My Velouria, No. 13 Baby, Gouge Away.
Tony's Theme being played on a Cactus in a Bone Machine the other day.
Where is my mind?
And I don't have Something Against You, you're one of a kind.
Are You Black, Or White?
Are you promised to the night?
My Pixie's going to see Doolittle.
To see if my Surfer Rosa's too little.
I tip my hat for one, you know it's true.
Break My Body all for you.
(365.) Keep The Peace
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Keep the peace.
Shoot em down.
Maintain control.
Mow the grass.
We are the law.
Kill them all.
Best of all men.
Beat them down.
Power incarnate.
Split the crowd.
We are Gods among men.
Start the purge, begin again.
We have the right.
Deny the truth.
Above you.
Pull em down.
Perfect soldiers from on high.
Kill them all, rain death from the sky.
(366.) I'm Not Good Enough
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Though I try and though I do.
My actions may not ever be enough for you.
I will kill my body and rape my soul.
Only if it were to make you whole.
I try my hardest, but still fail.
For my hopes are not good enough, and my arms too frail.
So I say these things with love and affection.
I shall try my best to offer my protection.
But it will never be enough to do any good.
But I will not quit, even if I could.
(367.) Goblet
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I drink from the goblet of life and love.
It is made of my soul and of my dreams.
The sweet nectar on which I sip from the edges of this divine cup.
Spill forth from my being and fill the cup to the brim.
It never spill, never break.
No matter the ammount of which I bleed unto.
Holds all within it's small cup.
I drink daily and I drink hard.
Strong whiskey have not strength and Red Wine not class.
Elixer of my aspirations from my imaginations, loves, and creations.
Ruby red in it's tatse and color.
My heart ilk more for every sip.
I scare myself to think that I should drink too much.
What if it were so?
Shall I just wither away into the nothingness of the no ones.
Or burn gloriously untill the final moment when the flame is is blown forever out.
Nay, I shall not think of such things, my goblet is in hand.
No need to poison my own drink.
For an enemy of myself, I do not have the courage to muster.
I offer you this cup made of me.
To drink the sweet cognate of fluids spilt forth unto this world.
Fluids made of days long gone and futures well spent.
A toast to you, I offer oh so humbly.
The brewer of my wine and the keeper of my cellar.
Shall I pour you a glass?
Would you drink of this ambrosia which I offer unto thee?
Or is my mana not of standards set up before I?
I shall have my cup ever ready.
For if you were to be thirsty, you may drink of me.
So I toast to you, my perfect.
May you live forever and never run dry.
Of this sweet sweet potion for which I brew for love.
Even if my glass were to shatter.
I would still raise my cup to you.
(368.) By The Window
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I watched you from the window.
And I waited for you throughout those days.
Waited for the time when we could laugh and play again.
Oh those glorious summers.
I watched from the window and waited by the door.
I sat and wanted so badly to hear that knocking on the door.
Then to hear your pretty voice.
Still I wait.
I wait for you to come to my door again.
To release me from this prison.
You left again.
But you say you're not coming back.
Why can't you come back?
Why must I wait longer to see you?
I miss you.
You came to me and I was happy.
But you leave me and I sit in dispair.
You've left me again.
And you're not coming back.
God, it is so lonely by the window.
(369.) Prayer
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I would not lie.
I would not cry.
I would not deny the right you have to this life.
Your God gives you strength.
Strength that I may never know.
But my love gives me enough strength to support you.
If you're God may fail your or let you aspirations come too low.
I am here behind you with a shoulder to cry on and hand to hold.
Worthy before the eyes of man I may not be equal.
Equal before your eyes you do oh so humbly make me feel.
And I love you.
Oh I love you like the sky is blue and the night is dark.
I have searched long days and longer hours for a truth.
A truth within this darkness of the world.
But I fall short before the stantards your faith sets before me.
Though even your God shall bow and tremble before my love.
It guide my hopes, my dreams, my life.
Which is more than your God has ever done.
So I know not if he loves me or even exists.
But I do know that my love is real.
And that you love me.
So I shall pray to love.
Worship my love.
Cherish my love.
For it is a gift from you to me.
And I shall always keep it.
Love is my God, and this poem is my prayer.
(370.) God's War
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On what grounds is this war faught?
And why isn't peace being saught?
I feel as if I'm the only one who can plainly see.
What is lying oh so close in front of me.
That this war is wrong to all and any.
Any who enter into this fight of futility.
Futility which is so plainly brought forth from the reason.
The reason which none should fight for.
Why would we fight for such petty cause?
I did not break any of our man-made laws.
Because God wills it and it must be so?
God loves peace, or did you not know?
Body counts grow larger by the day.
Day in and day out more of God's Earth is being killed.
Killed for a cause that should not have the right to use his name.
His name which in all words deserves peace.
I do not believe in your God's will if this war was his command.
A clear reignation of this war I do demand!
Or atleast a clear motive that would bring us to this fight.
For the reasons we have now, cannot be right.
I say one thing, and you take it as another.
Another life I do not want to live withouth you.
You are all I live for in this world.
This world which you now war on.
(371.) Why?
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Why do I love?
Why is there pain?
Why do you punish her?
Why is there hell?
Why do you hate me?
Why do I get hurt so much?
Why do I trust you?
Why do I ask questions?
Why do you torture me?
Why do you do this?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?
Why do I love her?
Why do I love you?
Why does it hurt so much?
Why do you f*cking matter?
Why does she cry?
Why do I cry?
Why do I trust everyone?
Why am I jealous?
Why do I do all this?
Why are you here?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?
Why were you here then, but not now?
Why were you not with me?
Why does it matter?
Why does nothing make sense?
Why am I here?
Why did you make love?
Why is there you?
Why must I live like this?
Why don't you show me a sign?
Why don't you answer?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?
(372.) Come Live
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I look to the skies.
With the sun in my eyes.
And I see you.
I dive into the ocean.
With the waves stirring in motion.
And I feel you.
I listen to the silence of peace.
With the sound of a million butterflies release.
And I hear you.
I drink of ruby wine.
With the thought that you are mine.
And I taste you.
I sniff of your garden's rose.
With that slight tingle in my nose.
And I smell you.
I run through the rain.
With out a care nor pain.
And I forgive you.
I read this poem outloud.
With your smile I feel proud.
And I speak you.
(373.) The Big Empty
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Sittin in the big empty.
Nothin but dust and dirt as far as you can see.
Sittin in a lawnchair, drinkin a coke I got for free.
Nothin on my mind but dust and dirt.
Whistlin dixie and tappin my feet.
Leanin back to look at the sky.
Whistlin a tune to a cloud that pass by.
Leanin against you for a little support.
Cryin up a storm with my worries.
Askin you questions about why and when.
Cryin out answers I know nothin about then.
Askin God why I'm here for you.
Prayin for an answer.
Gettin nothin but dust.
Prayin that my bones won't grow old and rust.
Gettin somethin unexpected on this hot empty day.
Rainin down hard on me and my coke.
Smilin at you laughin in the rain.
Rainin a cure-all for our pain.
Smilin with you, in the big empty.
(374.) Stay, Please.
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I'll keep smiling because you really make me feel joy.
I would love to be your toy.
I'll keep loving you, because you're perfect to me.
But I can't keep living with these pains you inflict, can't you see?
I am but a man, neigh God nor Deity.
I can barely handle what you do to me.
I hold my head high but your actions bring it down.
For all I see on you is nary a smile, but always frown.
Love grows old, I know.
But mine is still in make-up, not ready for the show.
But you keep pulling on the curtains announcing the play.
I try and talk you out of it, but you hurt the more you say.
You told me why you do this, why you hurt me so.
And I love you even more, now that I know.
Give me time, try to think.
The way you act now, I'm at my brink.
So I will have patience, love, and time.
But you have to stop saying things in mime.
It truly is eating my soul.
For you are the one thing that made me whole.
And you retract when I hug.
When I am happy, you are never snug.
You want what's best for me, but you say for us.
I'm trying to find a way to stop all this fuss.
But you stab me, and stab again.
I'll keep walking, for you're the best I've ever been.
My shoulder is here with a welcome sign.
I will still proclaim loudly, that you are mine.
You love me, and I love you.
What more than love each other is there to do?
You think of me, and I think of you, my future, yours.
Without you, my wings would be clipped, not an eagle that soars.
Don't leave me my darling, without you I cannot be.
I love you; you love me, what more is there to see?
I am crying as I write out these words, stay.
Every night, I have sat and I pray.
For you to come with me, and be in bliss.
Every shoot in the dark, is always a miss.
Life would end if I had no heart.
Your actions would rip it apart.
Come with me, grow old.
Stay with me, if you are to be so bold.
(375.) Mine
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Beautiful, graceful, stern, and wise.
I cry wolf and you see through my lies.
Caring, sharing, faithful, and divine.
A girl such as you, I happily call mine.
(376.) Thine
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And you spill forth unto from thee.
That which I wish were mine.
You call thine self nevermore.
I follow you till I hath no life.
Leadeth me to that which you seek.
Show me unto what I owe these words.
What is the heavenly being that walks before thine eyes?
Shall it be named Heaven, or doth it burn like Hell?
Softest angel like dust.
Or a demeaning shell of a former lust?
I hath and will always unto such forth call you mine own.
If I am to be rejected from before thine eyes.
Then let me bask in ye grandeur of all majesties.
You are mine illumine in thine somber.
Light my path to infinite.
Grasp my hand and ensue.
I promise to thee, safe trek.
(377.) Help Me Lay The Coast
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How wonderful to me it would seem.
If I were to lay out upon this Earth my dream.
And they be more numerous than the sand on the shore.
If I try, of this outcome I am sure.
Shall you help me lay out this coast?
We'll make a mass worth that of a mighty boast.
If you were to only lend me your dreams and aspirations.
Our splendor would conquer that of all nations.
(378.) Teary Gray
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Eyes of Amber
Tears of Gray.
I'll watch you closely
And cry you away.
Flesh of silk
Heart of gold.
The soul is young
But the body old.
Give my love
Take your pain.
Use your key
To release the chain.
Weak in arms
Strong in fight.
Against the day
Defend the night.
I am young
I am old.
To your plantation
I am sold.
Feed the fire
Put it out.
Whisper I love you
Then scream it out.
Stay with me
Don't go.
If I were to lose you
.....I just don't know.
(379.) Black And White
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White clash with black.
Swords drawn prepared to attack.
Certain death is gauranteed.
For the one who hesitates to proceed.
Neck and neck, knife to throat.
Bloody prayers is all it wrote.
Dripping soul down the blade.
Into the flesh the steel invade.
Titans battle and Gods shake.
Thunderous blows form Earthquake.
Slash and mesh.
Tear the flesh.
Battle on until you have no more.
Then release potential from behind the door.
White and black fight away.
Dying slowly into the gray.
(380.) White Ashes
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She is as if the sky were gray
And it started to fall one day
In gentle ashes of white
Until all had fallen into the night
Thus the sky was black
Which she would never see behind her back
For her skin and smile light the way
For the path into today
(381.) Do I enjoy my life?
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If I were to die today.
Would I love my life?
With every bit of being in me.
There is nothing I would change.
I have lived short.
But not in vain.
I have lived in forever.
And in forever I shall stay.
I have loved.
I have lost.
I have been at ease.
If you were to ask me,
"Have you lived your life in vain?
Would you change your life, for it is to inane?"
No would be my answer.
For forever never quits.
And right now I am at ease.
(382.) Unpoetic
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I write what I feel and I feel what I write.
If you don't do this, you're not doing it right.
With a flick of the wrist, and the turn of a phrase.
The page comes alive and it sticks for days.
From Dante to tommorrow.
Let the poems show your happines, lust, or sorrow.
Just release the feelings you have inside.
Don't try and hide.
It's a bright new world, and a brand new day.
Sometimes "I love you" is all you need to say.
Explore different stlyes and try a new life.
Plunge into darkness, light, or a knife.
Anything is possible and all is alright.
Write about the day, dusk, or night.
There is nothing I can say that would be wrong.
All can be interpreted in song.
It is not what you say.
It is how you say it.
Thus nothing is
Unpoetic.
(383.) The 5th Moon
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The light broke and the gun consumed.
Up the arm into the mind.
We have lost all control.
It shines brightly in the night sky.
There is nothing that can stop it.
The blade tries but fails and falls short.
The needle pierces but the string is too frail.
Bullet cuts the thread and bends the blade.
6 shots and nothing less.
The preacher watches and laughs away.
No one is near but the smell overuns.
The blade screams in fear and runs in vain.
All is destroyed.
Not even the moon is safe from this hell.
Hellish flames ride on from the gun.
City is in ashes.
The gun is left to die.
Like that faitful day in Augusta.
No matter the weapon.
All shall fall short to the gun.
(384.) Spare My Flower
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I speake unto to you,
man in the red coat.
is what they say, true?
that you would slice mine throat
without second thought
of the outcome of the actions.
or can better ways be sought?
maybe we cannot handle those reactions
if it is to be so
spare my love from your blade
I volunteer myself to go
into hell I must invade
if that is the way to save
my lovely flower
that is so brave
rain down on me with the hellish shower
(385.) Two Roads
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There are two roads that sit before me.
One is welcoming and warm.
The other is too long for me to see.
Far too long to walk, don't you agree?
But if you look far down that road.
You will see another fork.
One is set in quite the mean mode.
The other is a gift to be bestowed.
We could persevere.
Take the long path.
Or shall we cut it easy and take the one so near?
I think I shall take the long frontier.
It shall be hard, this I know.
But I can tell it is worth it.
So down the road I shall go!
Into the wind the my soul will blow.
For the path may be long.
I am curious.
Is it down this path I belong?
What if I am wrong?
It doesn't matter.
Destiny allows, so it must be right.
Life isn't handed on a silver platter.
Break an egg into the batter.
Life is new.
The world is young.
To die with regret of what I never knew.
Is something I could never do.
Try it the hard way sometime.
It may pay off in the end.
Don't die a death that is sublime.
To the top you must climb!
The view from high is worth it all.
Worth the pain it took to get to the top.
So answer your call.
Don't think about the fall.
You'll make it someday.
Just keep treading.
For your safety I shall pray.
To give up, I say nay!
(386.) Marvel
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Hello the man he said to me
Reached his pocket out a sight to see
Marvel at the thing and awe
A thing as him I never saw
Blinked an eye I fell dead
Shot a marvel through my head
(387.) Sly Smirk
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With a sly smirk and a small hello
Flames went through me from below
I said a prayer and cried a tear
I knew my end was surely near
Never trust the sly smile
Or from beneath your feet, about a mile
Hell will come up and take your soul
Tear a gap and leave a hole
I saw death and ran away
But he'll catch up to me someday
So I tell this tale to you
Don't trust the smile or your through
(388.) Lightning Kisses
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A flash of light fills the sky
The quick kiss and short goodbye
Clouds blush from this kiss
Flash of light and a miss
Hits the ground
That rolling sound
You peer out amongst the dark
Looking for that familiar spark
But a figure is standing there
Go outside, do you dare?
Grimly walking through the rain
Shrieks of hell causing pain
Cover your ears to block the shriek
As your fear reaches its peek
Just before the pain erupts in sound
Your heart pumps faster and begins to pound
Light is faster than sound you see?
I'd already gone through your body and back to me
You hear the noise but it's too late
You got the hook and took the bait
I'm a beast of cloud and sky
Lightning kisses mean goodbye.
(389.) After The Son Has Died
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After the sun has died.
I come to you in darkest hour.
The Earth is barren with no power.
Rivers form, how much you cried.
I come to you with light in hand and love in heart.
But you cry out and run away.
Why do you close your eyes from the day?
If we are to go on, we must start.
You believe you have the light.
You have no more than faith.
A beast of pain and hate, a wraith.
For it doth not illuminate anything but fright.
My way is wrong you cry and say.
If you are to be so right,
How did I make it through the night
into today?
Blind-folded staring at where the sun once layed.
Remembering all the times you basked in it's glory,
And how you will never forget the story.
Of how you and it once played.
It is not there and never will be.
Come with me to the other side.
Don't run, don't hide.
Come with me and see!
I promise salvation of the grandest type.
No use of media or slander
Come and take a gander
It is more than worth the hype.
But no, you gouge out your eyes and hate my being
You blame it all on me and my crimes against him
But he was never there, never filled you to the brim
You have prevented your own seeing
I wish only to love and help you.
For it is all I have to call my own
But your actions chill me to the bone
My light for you is true
Keep praying for the sun
Maybe he will come back someday
If you have faith and pray
But you will never be done
(390.) I Will Not Be Denied
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I'm a blessing and a curse.
A sung song in free verse.
I'm stuck on top of this broken fence.
Leaning between past and present tense.
I'm a bastard and a saint
The sound of me makes mear mortals feint
But I still fall short to the light you shine
Before I die of pain or age I vow to make you mine
Self-inflicted wounds in attempt to release my heart
It hampered me from the start
I fought waves upon waves of my evil deed
Riding gallantly on my crimson steed
But no matter the way to heaven the road is so bloody
I fall into the ground beneath the waves of pain so muddy
Fighting things I can not match with weapons I don't have
All because my motives are cut in two halve.
One side wants peace the other wants you
My reason for war, what should I do?
I'm on my knees and drowning in hate
Why does not the cloud above me dissapate?
Has even God chosen to sh*t on me today?
Or is this the price that I must pay?
To be in love with something I don't deserve
Being checked and graded on a curve
Still losing at my game called life
Rolled the dice and got a double strife
Could you ever be with me, I once screamed and cried
But no matter God, man, nor demon, I SHALL NOT BE DENIED!
My love will carry me on through the night
To finish this neverending fight
Just so I can hold you in my arms, I will never be trough
All because with all my heart, I love you.
(391.) I Must Be Dreaming
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We all smile and except the prize
We're on T.V. surely there are no lies
Marian cries softly and rocks to sleep
A words of the night are nary a peep
The arm is no longer but an outlet of pain
They take it away to never come back again
I remember my mother and her warm loving hold
As I sleep in this hell that is nothing but cold
Tears roll down my face and I feel alone
The line is dead and no is on the phone
No words can express the pain that I feel
No amount of drugs could ever make it real
The refrigerator wants me and calls out my name
But I know if I respond, I'll never be the same
Mother always said I had to do nothing but smile
Happiness is an emotion I haven't felt in a while
I'm sorry mother that I've let you down so much
I long for your comfort and your warm touch
We touched heaven and soared in the sky
But I saw an angel and he said goodbye
All of my dreams encompassed in this gem
Played out into nothing but a requiem
I have my addiction and that is all I need
But from this hell I shall never be freed
Could you please smile and say hello?
I'm the addict on the floor below
We will call for them and they will come here
But in truth they will never be near
So I will cry myself out of this sad hellish life
To maybe feel momma's hug and an end to this strife
(392.) Stench
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No ammount of washing
Can get the stench of you
Out of my mind
(393.) Ripped Gown
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I fell down
I scraped my knee
You ripped your gown
And gave it to me.
(394.) Sunshine Floatin In The Moat
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Lollipops and sunshine
Brand new day to call mine
You are my hero
I'm nothing but a zero
I look into the mirror
As fate is getting nearer
I scream
You deem
Me unworthy
For ye
So I fall behind
You're so kind
As you slit my throat
Throw me into the moat
I only hope you're happy
(395.) Because I Care
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If I dig my nails in deeper
Do you think I'll find a keeper?
If I cut an inch thicker
Would you love me quicker?
I look into those eyes and I hear you scream
I gasp for breathe and cream
I leave you in a ditch somewhere
Why you ask, because I care.
(396.) The Past
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I'm different but I'm the same
I have a barcode on my head, that says my name
You killed Jesus, but my hands are covered in blood
I destroyed the dam but you released the flood
You dropped the bomb but I took the blast
I miss you, but you are just the past.
(397.) Am I To Be So Lucky?
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Am I to be so lucky
As to have you in my arms
I don't think I am
But here you are.
(398.) The Tide
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The elephants march in through the tide
People run and scream in fear
I find a spot and I hide
And I bring you near
Blood makes the water rise
Countless fall at their feet
If I were to die today, would be no surpise
I hope my maker is the one I meet
Hellish noises resound around the town
People try and fight
But they all fall down
This just isn't right
I scream for you to stop it
But you send them marching on
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