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Nights like these Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Am I living or have I been missing? Will I wake from a dream Find myself 80 years old stuck in the past Nothing but questions, No answers to report Nights like these had painful days Unrecognizable from others In the way brutally disfigured corpses Failed to be identified by the authorities Another cold case Nights like these You are distant but your memory Brings me back to my youth
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Can’t sleep
Tuesday breaks into an empty dawn I wake yawn have a little scratch, roll a cigarette and light a safety match. The day'll fill for good or ill I make the most of empty moments.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
The first day
I want to be The holy sin Across your unmade bed Tangled sheets, Under hidden skies Forbidden moments of synchronicity Exchanged between us And your heaven-like lips A devilish prayer With god in our moans *While your hands say **** religion*
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
Holy Sin
Playgrounds turn to battlefields as our children grow into children who **** children and it's always us vs them as sneakers filling with sand turn into boots filling with blood but blood is cheap and easy to make the less we educate the more likely our babies will make babies of their own while they are still babies so take away birth control and information and it doesn't have to be safe *** as long as they keep getting pregnant consensual or **** lets keep that fetus safe we need new feet to keep marching to keep those old war drums banging late into the night to keep our enemies hating on what we do because they just don't get our idea of what it means to be cool it's live by our cross or die by our sword in the might of the dollar and the words printed on every coin we know we're always right so military or civilian just bomb them all and let god sort them out because blood is cheap and the dollar needs more more more of that beautiful thing we call war
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
blood is cheap
I had never seen eyes that were glaciers The act upon you as those icy giants do Slowly as it moves, you realize Crept up on you, surrounding you Leg trapped, it is a patient freeze Consumes, crushes, kills
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
Ice Eyes
Blush, red roses Tender milk in the bell-shaped body A bed of the flowers, her body is Each one falls on my face and senses Smother me in your sweet, suple aroma And at eruption All the beauty in the dance makes me implode Into the universe I go Into a thousand little stars I become I feel the lightning in my bones So engulfing, my rocket eyes take off Life bounces up all around my cranium I feel her eyes Rolling back as the sensation tends to pull them We are life A slice of The benevolent force
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
A Slice
In our adventures And in our travels We kiss As if to mark the memory In the moment Of blissful, lostness on those lips She stops, smiles, leaves me there She captures it, leaving me on the tracks The wide smile is the glimpse To her light I've learned to follow along I smile too, savor also Declaring conquest of time itself
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Time Mark
Knowing me, you know, you should know I am bottled, my silence uncustomary to your ears Past the nights when love soaked my voice The sky's light-show is out tonight, lightning storm Your pout, your snarling laugh, your light, your intellect Thunder crashes me back to my loneliness You are thunder that warns of rain coming Water vital to a desert Little did I know only I can bring the rain That will cultivate and germinate my lands
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Self Cultivation
Let me be the drop of ink On your ivory canvas Mark you at the center Through suction Came your subduction Not a claim against your sovereignty Rather passionate vandalism From a guest stopping by To your  milky temple
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Passionate Vandalism
Darling, I've been bad again When I'm with some other one Your thought is not in sight But in my lonely rubble Our past haunted me And prompted me To taste you once more But this was lust not love I implore For the craving of company and touch Rather than for feelings and such
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
When I'm Down