~~~~~Noose~~~~~~
A conflict within a storm
brewing until boiling.
Heat wrapped up in canvas shorts
he sits on his couch throne.
Among empty bottles and wrappers golden
he ponders the meaning of life.
He thinks of the last suicide attempt
when he gazes into blue eyes
and questions the life we're living
while dying in his minds eye.
Love fills the room-like a noose cut down.
Torn from innocence-
Torn from love-
Abandoned by all-
His secrets spill from thicken tongue in sleep.
Snores fill my brain
moans and grumbles.
Uncertainty abounds and leaps from lips moistened
from my kisses.
I promised to be faithful and true
to none other than him-
I expect no less from my lover-
I want him in my arms
not in the ground.
Not in any others arms
Not to give up.
I stole him away
I have given him everything I have.
To offer my hand in marriage is redundant-
I see love in his closed eyes.
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~~~~~~~~~~May bees~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blue shirts bring out brown eyes
Tigers eye against night.
A smile is born when I kiss that chin-
Love is felt between our skins.
Falling up into his heart
I can die-
I can die-
Maybe he'll cry for a month and move on.
Maybe I'll be easy to replace-
Comfort and love in anothers arm
While I lay in future life.
He would mourn me longer if I left alive-
Kill himself-even cry-
Bitterly cry-
Cry alone.
Death would hurt less
His life would go on.
I wouldn't leave him-
Love must conquer-
But death will come in time.
I will shake his hand and welcome it-
Just so my lover can find another
To love and hold-
Maybe she will be right for him
Hold him all night long.
Maybe she'll comment on his shirt.
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~~~~~~~~~~~Regret Sans~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Memories fade into black.
Past walks and talks go deaf.
That was not me ago
I did not do all that.
Like a caterpillar in purgatory
I am doomed to change into a butterfly
and back-until whenever.
I have few memories
of sights and trees.
I tell you again-
Those couldn't be me's.
I am of the present-
I can plan for the future
(although karma/god takes hold and I am alone)
I am oblivious to most of my past.
A couple childhood memories
Some good- most bad.
A quiet winter storm.
A brilliant summer BBQ.
My mom without a belly button
My dads removed tail.
Lies-all lies
These memories of mine.
I have no regrets.
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~~~~~~Peace, my brother~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peace, my brother
who from the cradle aimed
to disolve the world and words
spoken loudly across dinner ham
that once sang a lovely tune
in the merry month of October
or maybe December.
Life has only started
when the bell rang for it to end
but you didn't hear it-
for you are deaf.
Stolen CD's and books
that are now in my custody
but you don't realize
for you are blind as well.
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~~~~~~~~~~~A Dance Has Developed~~~~~~~~~~~~
And do you still not care about this.
Do you still care about that.
Has life brought you down
Do smiles still make you frown?
A raccoon sits fixed to a fence
Dying inside- Crying like the sky
Has she seen what she's been searching for.
Does she make him want to smile?
Alone together they waste their days
Doing the impossible- the possible life.
He dines on sweets and she
Discovers the world in his eyes.
And the plan for marriage,kids,car,cat,house,dog
Dinner at six,breakfast upon wakening.
Hearth ablaze, cigarettes smoked.
Dying in time. Alone together.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hush the silent protest
dying undercover.
Secret concentration camps
to which we shall be delivered.
Death- the answer we receive
dying over shores-
Many men fall to their knees
never to see again.
We fail as they fall.
They fail as we fall
into a depressed recession.
Our money's no good.
Our people are starving
dying undercover.
Living within earshot of
Presidents high tower.
Mayhem,death,stolen wealth.
Dirty pigs with hairy tongues.
Rabid mutts on street corners begging for a dime.
Men who choose wine over food.
Women who multiply for money.
Government spending
We are in a recession-
nothing adds up-
We are subtracting life from living.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Autumn~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly-
As the leaves turn.
Garbage cans burn
smells of autumn.
Tastes so stale.
Candy freshness
Candid hope.
Winter approaches.
The land reborn.
Leaves fall.
Crunch underfoot.
Houses are starting to fill with soot.
Lovers cuddle
in bed sheets of quilt.
The time approaches
the wintery blankness
covers up human existence.
Bells can be heard
and children are singing
-Autumn is born again.-
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~~~~~~~~Normality~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is not normal.
People killing people overseas
while families fight behind walls.
Strangers listening to the screams
while shattered bottles
like worthless diamonds
get stepped on.
We are fighting for nothing.
We are yelling at nothing.
We are dying.
There is no point-
-no point-
to fighting.
Peace is like an idea never realized.
How can a country find peace
while families are fighting inside.
How can people find peace
while our country men are dying outside.
How can this end?
How can this stop?
It never will.
Normality will never be reached.
When death and murder win over
Peace and quiet--the world is already over.
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~~~~~~~~~`Alone in crowds(song)~~~~~~~~~~~~
By myself in front of eyes
my future unsecured
my past full of lies.
I want to wander in the trees
I want to dip toes in the seas
I want to be myself and be free
All alone in front of eyes.
I want to be who I am
I want to be featherless
I want to feel my best
All alone in front of eyes.
Be with me- one of many
sit with me and please me by
Lie with me in desert storms
be alone with me in front of eyes.
See things that pass us by
Breath the fumes- they're gone too soon
Be the one to hold my hands
All alone in front of eyes
All alone with you inside
All alone please take me home.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~Butterflies~~~~~~~
Thoughts soaring high
constrained in this cocoon blue moon.
I change like the stars
I fly as high as shooters-
-Greed!-
Music tastes change
Implanted memories in tunes of old.
Finding truth in words
and words for truth.
Honesty only applies to spoken words.
Written transcribes
lies.
Ask me the right questions
so I can shed this silken cage
Fly free with the brave
and become what I really am.
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to be continued.