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james-m-boyer
American I was born, Cursed to be a monster a wretched living dream, a metamorphosis of structure a changling stuck in being, the blood is spent from many men who think that I'll be slain as I tear away their pulsing flesh and devour them in shame.
I think we've met before Maybe in a dream Were you just a passer by Or an attachment at a seam A mirror on the fringes Reflects a smile on the wind Before it meets the halo And makes the ring look dim. I swear I've kissed the knuckles Where the fingers meet the hand On an angel fell from heaven. When the ocean meets the sand. I think we've met before Maybe I'm a lifetime passed. Were we life long lovers Or a love that didn't last? Did you hold my hand And I watched you as you slept Or did you walk away To be the reason that I wept
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
a mirror on the fringes
In the passion of "love" we know no mercy, no sympathy, only what our heart tells us. We cannot listen to the mind when there's emotions involved, we listen only to the blood flow inside our ears. And we smile when everything is wrong and frown when we can't find the words for what isn't right. We've said many things, secrets that only one another now know, dreams and aspirations of futures set forth, and memories of all that we wish we could forget. We say we'll be there forever through the thick & the thin, but in all probability there will be a day when two paths bring a choice and we choose differently. There will be a time when each others name is just a thing of the past, we'll lose touch, we'll lose everything we've had in these "wonder years" the years when we're young and should be care free but instead we worry about tomorrow even though there's no promise of such a thing. We say "goodnight" to ourselves and "good morning" to the same, we walk along, a pawn in a game of trust and misfortune, we think we're different but the truth is; it's all been done before, nothing is original or new. We think the more we stand out the better and the more we blend in the worse - but in actuality it doesn't matter; there's no better, no worse, in fact there's not even a medium. There's just the notion that one person is better than another because of material belongings or even non material belongings. No one person is better or worse than another, no one person can change the world and yet we still wait for that one who can walk on water...
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
In The Passion of Love
In the passion of "love" we know no mercy, no sympathy, only what our heart tells us. We cannot listen to the mind when there's emotions involved, we listen only to the blood flow inside our ears. And we smile when everything is wrong and frown when we can't find the words for what isn't right. We've said many things, secrets that only one another now know, dreams and aspirations of futures set forth, and memories of all that we wish we could forget. We say we'll be there forever through the thick & the thin, but in all probability there will be a day when two paths bring a choice and we choose differently. There will be a time when each others name is just a thing of the past, we'll lose touch, we'll lose everything we've had in these "wonder years" the years when we're young and should be care free but instead we worry about tomorrow even though there's no promise of such a thing. We say "goodnight" to ourselves and "good morning" to the same, we walk along, a pawn in a game of trust and misfortune, we think we're different but the truth is; it's all been done before, nothing is original or new. We think the more we stand out the better and the more we blend in the worse - but in actuality it doesn't matter; there's no better, no worse, in fact there's not even a medium. There's just the notion that one person is better than another because of material belongings or even non material belongings. No one person is better or worse than another, no one person can change the world and yet we still wait for that one who can walk on water...
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To the nights, we watched stars bring life to the darkness, like blood through the veins of the Universe. Where we sat became the place to be, on the sea of condensation. Our glasses half full our stomachs half empty and our palates, well adjusted to the flavor of a moment in the making. You could hear the distance                          between breaths as our hearts beat like tides, crashing upon the horizon. feel the currents of the words we spoke in silence... For hours on end. But that's how things were supposed to be. Then! Then, was a twinkle in the distance. A smile in a shooting star, pointing out that the lines of constellations intersect with every crevasse in the palms of our hands. Then! we found the true meaning in a sunrise.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
Universe 2 - Attempt #9
you keep an eye up to the heavens but you don't ever look for God and if we talk about religion all you do is shake a nod. If I told you my religion is the presence that I feel and that my mind is on the earthly then that **** is on the real. No book for definition right is right, wrong is wrong that's inherent knowledge and you've known it all along. you must love thy neighbor sounds like love me as thy friend and if we can't love each other then there's nothing but the end. our faces may look different our voices HIGH and LOW but in our veins there's blue blood that turns red upon the flow in our lungs there's freedom but we just call it speech peace is not a movement but a goal that we must reach.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
Nothing But The End
We drown so many hours of each day by dreaming with our eyes open. Knowing ... Knowing that day dreaming is for those, who lack conviction, lack the drive to live those dreams to clear the haze from their vision and truly be creative. "think outside the box" ? what a cliche sentiment. Think outside, the parameters of yourself. There is no "Box" to contain imagination. That's why 5 year olds can turn a box into a world. A world of turtles ... transformers super heroes or even just ... a box to hide in & try and scare you. BOO! day dreaming again? With a pad and a pen my dreams live in words walking along the blue lines trying to arrange themselves correctly before they stop to rest ... forever. Because once I'm finished dreaming on the page my conviction continues to lack itself.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
A World... A World of Turtles
Read between the lines, Or decipher the space between ideas? With a list of idioms on the tongue I could make the nonsense sound ideal. As long as the words rhyme Then  no one cares about the content Or the context clues of word placement In this one man contest. I'm the image of a screen print Painting vinyl language on your eyelids. I've been blessed with the gift of gab Or cursed to forever feed the iris With lies of idiopathic rhythm Like the to and fro of dreams Let me still the R.E.M.s By absorbing all their screams. Ramble on and on, along the lines The true nuance of a scribbler Let me ink the words a little darker So you can "get the picture."
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
Get The Picture
I bet she loves the Moon just a little more than the Sun because without the Moon there's no eclipse to kiss the sky as one. Casting stars in daylight hours like the enigma of a dream her shadow bleeds onto the concrete blooming a rose, bursting through a seam. The poems written on her expressions guide the inspiration through my pen close my eyes and pages later imagination's exploded on a whim. I bet the Sun loves the Moon just a little more than himself because without her to reflect his light he'd be alone, nothing in itself.
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
Kiss The Sky As One
I can’t figure how the thought of her Creeps into my mind A smile like the crescent moon And eyes reflecting only mine. I can’t hear the words she speaks Because I’m too enamored with her glow The beauty of her resonance Is all I’ll ever need to know. I bet her kiss is like the stars Too great to truly fathom But when lips touch, they’ll spark Creating a universe you can’t imagine. Every night I dream - Of our hands becoming one When all the fingers intertwine Leaving only thumbs, To twiddle lightly – playfully Like they were meant for nothing more Time is the only opposition Of this unbeknownst thumb war. I bet her love is like the universe Greater than I could ever imagine Because when we kissed, it sparked Truly too great to ever fathom.
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 2:49 AM UTC
When We Kissed, It Sparked
They say the world is round but I've wandered to it's edge. I've peered into the Heavens which resembles the beauty in your eyes. I've stood at the adjacent edge to nothing and listened to the complexion of a heartbeat, like yours when I rest my head upon your chest. I've smelt the blooming rose as it opened for the first time, and I have caught tears from stars, just like the ones I've wiped from your eyes. I have heard all the sweet nothings which I whisper in you ear, and I have fallen for perfection because I have fallen for you.
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
Weary Feet but Lifted Hearts
We are the demise of man, our own minds and hands have cursed us to what seems like an unfortunate end. A new beginning to an old story re-written throughout the ripples of time, hours forward repeat hours passed as our Earth circles the drain. No different than the Dinosaurs - a forceful reign at the top of the food chain except there's no comet to end our terror. We are the most 'advanced' species on the planet but compared to what are we so advanced? Ourselves? There is no other competition except other cultures from other places but we are all still just men, Human, or more correctly - animals. Bigger brains don't make us more special or from different origins, we all started from the same nothing; and that is where we will all go back to. We are a compelling bunch of intricately compressed molecules claiming to be lords of the world that we are wasting no time destroying.
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Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 9:16 PM UTC
The 13th Cycle