Stillborn Dreams
Dreams born dead reach for the sky
Echoes of a silent cry
Lying where the angels lie
Innocent, but pale and dry
As they try, and try, and try…
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Matter
If they were to give you the world
on a silver plate
would you be afraid to take it apart?
If they gave you the cure
to every illness
would you share it with
those who arent pure?
The lie is a storm
of disconnected days
from the regret that was formed
A juxtaposition
to your superficial antagonism
fueling a dissonance in communication
Strangled Anima in your
molding approach to change
Lost beauty in this pyre cage.
Shrouded steps to misfortune
worthless beliefs in a world of fret
take your loose change
and throw it away.
Drunk in those fault
Testing my faith, still failing
With every riveting pulse
Sequenced principals in a collective labor
Despite a hole in me
Remind me of this holy experience
A claw in this grievance
straight through the remorse
In a digital nature
crawling on a differential mantra
in a sutured emotive
Let me be the proxy for your
senile incoherent discontent baptism
A model to your observed paranoia.
In this darkest moment
we are in a contiguity phenomenon
A postulate of reality
take this humor for granted.
Black and white visual.
Under the apparition
drowning in somniferous coma
A Facsimile resistance
Wasteland of harmony
Seen through the eyes of
addiction
Strap down the sounds
a duality of causality
a trigram of change
Infused with rage
A tortured capacity
unable to breathe
the pills swallowed
don’t relieve this indignant disease
Retrofired this curse
Sinks deeper into my soul
Pull this graft
In a certain infidelity
with poor craft
The way they move their arms
is without warmth.
Caveat emptor suicidal generis
Sui pain induced by ignoring
the plans made by the renewed solstice
Alone you walk down the street
followed by the machete in surreality.
Automo vesti mens
self decline beauty
your defaulted oxymoron
Urgently you plea for a distaste
hurried you reach for the exit
but cease to exist
retaining all those previous mistakes
and your sleep is benign.
Transient your dreams
never ending nightmares
a bete-noire fever
jet lagged haunting
An independent variable set to infinity
with no solution.
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M
Lost in the November wind
I know I should come in from the cold
I find your broken fire
But there is no comfort for me there
Where love was sought
I found wolves at the door
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In The Night
Sleeping next to me
Her body rarely moves
Echoing the stillness
And the dark quiet of the night
I pull her gently closer to me
Trying desperately to feel her calm
The beasts of the night are held back
By steel reins of contentment
Now welcome
Sleep finds me again
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Aren’t we something?
Aren’t we something?
If I dart suddenly into your field of vision,
Several subtle adjustments are made to your trajectory
In a silent panic you search for a something to be occupied by
And a chill grips the back of your ribs
At the thought of how narrowly you avoided
An encounter
As the murky haze of the day dissipates
I recline unwind and align my mind with
The stream of memories freshly pressed and filed
As they topple into their places their weight
Vanishes
I burrow into blankets sigh roll and scream
In this instant I have become complacent, vulnerable
Your face, tragically gorgeous, sears into my consciousness
A kick in the balls before bed
Aren’t we something?
I know I KNOW we have class today
You sit one row over two seats up I…. know….
But I will pretend that, in fact, I don’t know.
As if you are caught in this incredibly convenient, perpetual blind spot,
That follows you regardless of your lane.
On this, at least, we can agree.
Aren’t we something?
But underneath this new outfit
That our relationship has donned
I see us naked in your basement.
Just a bundle of legs, arms, lips and unrelenting passion.
We burned each others eyes with how fiercely we stared
Our first kiss was the poster child for romantic love
Whenever people saw us together
They were jealous, and humbled, and astonished, and some reassured
That the directors, poets and lyricists were not
Lying.
I guess we really were something.
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Lord: My Savior: Our Savior
Lord,
Can you hear me crying?
On the inside and out,
As I sit here and your picture above the mantle.
My mind sinking in, full of doubt.
Lord,
Can you feel my pain?
That fills my body, going straight to my heart,
I look up to your picture above the mantle.
My eyes fill with tears, to the pages that were torn apart.
Lord,
Can you hear the suffering?
That goes on,
All across the globe.
Many people have your picture above their mantle.
As their eyes fill up with tears,
The fight for hope continues on.
Lord,
Can you see the light?
The happiness that is rarely inside me.
After the many years that have passed,
I still have your picture above my mantle.
The pain stops,
As I look straight into the shining light.
I think of all the lives you have saved,
And finally I have the sense of the security,
That those have all experienced.
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Thinking
My thoughts are always constant
swirling inside my head
what if my thoughts stopped suddenly
would I be dead or
just exhausted from all the thinking
in need of some peaceful rest
always in search of answers
afraid to fail the test
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empty desks
empty desks
chrome plastic monuments
fifty million
unintended burdens
her place
row one seat nineteen
empty twenty four years
pillows mask screams
her spirits possibility a
faint silhouette off the window
terrified i reach out
sister
i am crying
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Meet me in the sky
My mind is empty
As I lay here with the night’s darkness
Covering me like a blanket,
I know you are under a tree of lights
As I lay under a canvas that resembles the night
I reach out but I am blinded by the stars
Tonight the distance seems double as far
Even if I drive my car I’d get nowhere
So I lay here shooting signals across the sky
Hoping you’ll hear my heart
Meet me in the sky
take my hands
Dance with me from star to star,
I’m sorry if my feet don’t move like grace
It’s just that I can’t do much but breathe when I look at your face
We could lay here dreaming
But soon the sun will wash the sky
And steal the stars from the night
I am one heartbeat but I feel two
Say anything
Say it’s true
I want you to know ill never ask for anyone but you
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Thoughts
came once in a dim autumn night
with a deep crimson of roses
gently laid them by my feet
and half I smile and half I weep
as he lay me down to sleep
closing my thoughts with his
for me he stopped to look around
then wrote my name on the ground
i thanked him with a smile
parting sadly with the last kiss
no grace was felt nor any pain
we stood as stones in the fallen rain
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