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Friday, December 29, 2017

Muffled

The pleas of their screams 
were coarse and heavy,
but then I knew not,
of what to do.

Think of the things, 
that are cold and useless. 
I know now,
of what I have to prove. 








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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Pretenders

They see you cross,
into the movies,
while I stumble.

You defeat waves,
of lucid,
lullabies

I see you wave,
in famedom,
as I wonder

Did you kill them all?
The pretenders?
Today.

The walls been scaled, 
by maruderers, 
in the city.

As I lay,
in this bed,
made of stone.

I can hear the voices,
of children,
far away.

Did you kill them all?
The pretenders?
Today.

Did you kill them all?
The pretenders?
Today

I pretend what I want to be.
Can you hear me now?
I pretend what I want to see.
Can you show me how?

I pretend I'm there
Can you feel me now?
I pretend that I want to be.
Can you show me how?







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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Grave of Flowers

Please tell me, 
there is something, 
that is better than this.

Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss.

And with the disconnected winds,
I feel disconnected with the rest.

I’m in my tip top shape,
even though I’m having a mid life crisis.

Blowing out smoke,
in the thick of an iris.

But I guess it’s better than the rest.

Late night talks. 
Late night talks. 

I feel disconnected like the rest.
I feel connected to the beating in my chest.
I feel like appealing to the best.


I feel reassured and even more less.
I feel sure I can’t stand the test.
I feel like I’m appealing to the best. 

They told me that this is something to see.
Even though I feel discounted to the disconnected winter winds,
but I feel better than the rest.

Hungry eyes, 
in the midst of your iris.
I feel like I’m swallowed whole,


but I guess I’m better off than the rest.







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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Weddings

It was a million,
miles away from here. 
A soft sound,
but enough to make its reach.
Spark to the fire,
but enough to engulf you.
A wild fire.
Just beyond the sea.

We make our weddings and celebrate the peoples city. 
I build a home so we have a place to say. 
I think of kissing you under moonlit beaches.
I wish the people would leave us this day.

I wish I had a key to use on every opening. 
Play my guitar to keep you near.
I hear the scary people fascinate the end of us, 
but it will not be this day.

We have been better than we ever been before.
Meeting egos and leaving them at the door.
Even though we are crazy,
we still are a little lazy.
I still love you more and more.









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Saturday, December 9, 2017

The Book Of Love

It's been a year now.
What should I do?

Life is so absent.
All work no,
light of day. 

I keep a journal,
of said goodbyes.

Tell me the truth,
and speak no lies.

A day in October,
don't treat me too well.

Can't stand the cold,
or the heat of my house.

First time I saw you,
you shouldn't be there.

Of inspiration and the,
length of my hair. 

It's been a year now.
What should I do? 

Dreaming of pictures
Of you. 

The book of love says,
you two should run.

The book of love says,
love to feel love. 

The book of love says,
no need to be scared

The book of love says
You two should run

I asked every question,
in a stuttering phrase.

She says she loves country,
I can't but help to disagree. 
We may start here something, 
in a few days.
Before I know it,
she lives at my place

The book of love says,
you two should run.

The book of love says,
love to feel love. 

The book of love says,
no need to be scared.

The book of love says
You two should run.

It's been a few years now
What should I do?

She says she loves me,
and I do too. 

Popped up a question,
from page a hundred and one.

It was unanimous. 

The book of love says,
you two should run.

The book of love says,
love to feel love. 

The book of love says,
no need to be scared.

The book of love says
You two should run.















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Monday, December 4, 2017

Violence of the Sun

In the moonlight, 
there's only moonlight,
reflecting the violence of the sun.
You look to your yard,
and see the blood,
although it appears quite black,
it's only red, 
go rest your head, 
on the bodies of better men.
For the moonlight,
theres only moonlight,
from the violence of the sun.

Oh, 
what have I done?
in the violence Of the sun.
What do you see?
Still think of me?
And the fathers of this man,
though I struggle to live like this.
Can't snuff it out.

In the moonlight,
there's only moonlight.
Can't see the base of my skin.
It seems quite pale.
In the moonlight,
there's only moonlight.
Can't see the base of my skin.
It seems quite pale.









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