if ever a beaten housewife deserved it…
There were so many things said
that could not be processed.
Not by my mind
nor any other.
The extent of the relationship
between the words
and their actual meaning
was negligible
compared to the relationship
between his hand
and my face.
I couldnt understand
how such an irrational
emotion could be reached.
The anger was unbearble
to the point where
i was not quite sure
if it really was anger,
maybe devastation.
Maybe it was
a call for apathy.
The pain delayed itself
as it usually does
and i was left
with nothing more than
a broken heart.
A broken life.
If only i could turn
that strike to a stroke,
i might have had the power
to subdue the peril
and changed his mind.
I blame myself
for not being more availible
for silently tormenting him
for everything id done
to deserve this.
I fell to the ground
and kissed his feet,
worshipping the very ground
he stood upon,
wishing that i was worthy
of his relentless kindness.
He was malicious
and i brought it upon myself.
To strike once more
wouldn’t be punishment enough.
Tears never came
my soul seeped
through its encasement
and i watched as an outsider
of my own life.
I watched as my body collapsed,
i watched my ribs cave in on themselves
but mostly i watched his face,
and whatever pain i could not feel
i watched him take it on.
The hurt on his face
was enough to smash
whatever pieces were left
of my heart.
So this is hell
i thought,
dying with the image
of the one i love most
in such agony,
not being able to reach out
and hold him
and apologize for
how i wronged him.
Suddenly, I imagined how He used
to make love to me
so tender
so sweet
and i thought about
how id never be able
to make love to Him again.
He would never be able
to make love to me again
and even worst of all
he was another man.
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Fighting A War , I Know I Will Loose
Hit me, I wont cry. I won’t utter a word.
Yell at me and little tears may fall from eyes, but I will bite my lip and hold onto my pride.
Let the weight of the world fall on me; tell me I’ve lost two people. Tell me I’m slowly loosing the third. Let me get stitches, and a concussion. Let them turn their snobby backs on me. And I shall collapse. The weight of the world fell upon in 2 months, and I tried to stay strong.
Will I be able to get up from this one?
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I Tried
I tried to write a poem for you
But I couldn’t waste the ink
I tried to spare a thought for you
But I hadn’t time to think
I tried to show my thanks to you
But there’s nothing smaller than a penny
I tried to return your things to you
But you never gave me any
I tried to say something nice to you
But I couldn’t find the nerve
I tried to shed a tear for you
But that’s more than you deserve
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There but here
If distance could walk, silence would talk
It’s that beat skipping every other beat
The heart hears not the ears
Different you see the sun and sea,
Black and white they appear to be
Faded colors,distant lovers.
In the shadow of the hours i lived you,
I live my days with n without u
Here and not here,there but near
How can you be that far, yet in my arms you are.
In another world can read your mind, can kiss your lips, your thoughts unwind.
Lost you yesterday the same way i lost you today
If i only could turn back time i would
Keep u in my arms, hold you all nite through
Kiss u goodmorning, kiss to keep u from singing
One more nite watching u sleep,touch your lips with my finger tips
If and only if i cld turn back time,
I would stop the hours that swept you away
Took you from me leaving me with no say.
An empty heart with a missing part
Your life coloring,your soul flattering
The remaining days..today and always
Call it a dream, as it may seem
A reality a gleam…a flawles stream
A place where time has no pace, a race with no trace
Begining with an end, a one we shouldn’t pretend
Living the hour, the sweet and sour
Its not the taste that matter, it is the flavour
A yes and a no..an arrow and a bow ..a run a go..
The escape within, the hastle and spin
No name no blame…its just not d same
May be a dream as you said its seem
Or..something true living in me and you
No one will know only time will show
The truth unknown, a reality unshown
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Good Dream, Bad Dream
It’s amazing, the details
we store in our head
The air in your room
The feel of your bed
The smell of your breath
The touch of your skin
The happiness of that moment
I’ll never feel again
If I could dream
Every time I slept
And relive this moment
That my brain has kept
I would go to sleep
And stay there forever
Being forever happy
In our moment together
But this is just a dream
That will torture me for years
I smile in my sleep
But awaken in tears
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going with the beat part 3
i am feeling magically pyschotic this morning
i cant find sanity
and its amazing
i want to forget everything ive learned through these 20 years
and rediscover discovery
find a new outlook on a somewhat bleech world
i found my rhythm and am finally writing to the beat
its pyschotc, its raw
its RIGHT!
i love this feeling when the words come right from the tip of mind
no time to filter through the subsconsious
pure thought that disregards feeling or any safe guard
it’s what the world was meant to have
it’s wat God wants us to do
wow! see what i mean straight from brain and onto the page
well thank God for this feeling im getting
i must be bipolar
this great high riding the heels of great failure
its pyschotic, its raw
its love
Music my beautiful catalyst
will u marry me?
Id never leave you.
you know my heart only beats for you.
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Unknown
I’m afraid to write for I do not know if what I will say is true,
I’m afraid to recall the past events for I’m afraid to fathom how I might really feel,
I can’t even begin to think of the feelings that I remember feeling so very long ago.
The excitement of talking to someone you admire, maybe even have a crush on,
I can’t even begin to picture my lips touching that of a sweet prince’s.
I can’t know and it should be left unknown.
The way your hand would feel in mine, the trivial opinions of our tastes and distastes,
the way we might act if we were around each other more often.
All that should be left unknown, yet thirst so heavily to take a sip of.
Sweet prince, I wish not to forget the slain dragon of which you saved me from and truly,
your presence and existence scares me, for I feel like once again, I’m stepping into unknown territory.
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PDA
All these signals and displays of affection
got my mind drawing a blank
handing me a blank canvas
now I gotta paint a picture
of the love that I’ve never had
when all else fails I can just
turn to my pen and pad
watching these people
is like watching television
certain images shatter your heart like glass
while tears start to blur your vision
I walk around with a smile on my face
trying to act like I’m not affected
even though I can feel the pain
from the poison of which I’ve been injected
I feel like mashed potatoes
reason why I can’t say
but I have to mold myself
back into shape like clay
I can’t give in too easily
can’t let it get the best of me
it may bother me for a minute
but I won’t let it eat the rest of me
I’m strong enough to withstand
this test of deprivation
I have the elasticity of a rubber band
that stretches longer than a conversation
tell the heart mechanics that I’m on vacation
’bout to take off in flight like aviation
to escape these waves of radiation
that leave me in a constant battle
between temptation and desperation
it makes me feel all torn up
and bewildered in dismay
my head has this persistent, monstrous migraine
no matter where I lay
this is a sideline view of PDA By Glenn McCrary
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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I WANNA KISS YOU
I wanna kiss you
I don’t care if you’re sick
Or blue
I wanna kiss you
I don’t care if you kick
Or stare
I wanna kiss you
And I don’t mind
If your blind
I wanna kiss you
I don’t mind if your lips are dry
I will kiss you even when you cry
I wanna kiss you
I wanna feel your lips
And hold you for your hips
I wanna kiss you
I wanna see in your mind
And your deepest secret to find
I wanna kiss you
I wanna swim in your eyes
And listen everything you say, even your lies
I wanna kiss you
And I don’t care if you stab my back with a knife
Couse for you I will gladly give my life
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Hallucinations Of A Ghostly Valentine
Yet another year has come of which I can’t compare
once again I’m stuck without a valentine with no one left to spare
in a corner from across the room I just sit and stare
at all of the happy couples smooching everywhere
my soul is concealed I’m reluctant to bear any more
for fear of rejection and all other consequences in store
don’t waste your time knocking ’cause the door to my heart is locked
don’t stress yourself out talking you might panic and go into shock
unless some lucky lady finds the key I’ll forever remain in solitude
maybe these women have weak stomachs they can’t down solid food
the feeling is mutual my eyes would puke by the sight of seeing them nude
fine if they’re gonna be that way then fuck them
they can take both of my testicles and suck them
I’m on drugs anyway that’s why I’m having hallucinations
of women standing and laughing it’s just my imagination
my feelings are on the verge of becoming extinct
maybe it’s my stress speaking through my river of ink
I don’t even know but it just hurts me to think
if I could hold a beautiful woman in my arms
not for a second I’d blink but unfortunately
I just float around aimlessly like a fallen leaf
it’s not crucial to kiss I’m not under a wreath
guess I should cancel my dentist appointment
there are no cavities in my teeth nor will there be any
boxes of pills sugar I’ve got plenty
how many valentines have I had? not very many By Glenn McCrary
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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