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RegretYour false love cant hold me back,
or fill the quikening, sickening space,
the solitude of worthlessness,
continues to reap me of my life.
takes you from me.
from every glistening
thickening scab you make.
Rob me of my pride,
you cannot love me,
if you take my fake old smile,
then you've fallen for something,
thats fallen for nothing,
and forever never it will.
Your a liar,
for life which isn't there,
your mad and a fad is spreading,
To grab is to slice,
and touch people with ice,
the coldness of death,
and the thrilling entice.
Its hard to hold back,
when your healing the smack,
from the love of your life,
who you like.
And the moral of this,
is to take the first kiss,
and to leave all the rest behind,
as when you lived then,
you didn't take in,
is the rules you will find,
against the years of your life.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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