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No one is ever "just tired"
Something changed in the way you were wired
Connections were severed
Consequences unmeasured
As you wondered through the alley
Side to side
No place to hide
Side to side
Lost in the tide
Side to Side
Don't let your pride subside

Softness will be the disguise
But look into my eyes
Scarlet red
I'll rise again, just like the undead
And when that moment comes
When you'll be hanging by a thread
I shall bring the scissors
And watch you bleed, as I bled

Let the coldness reign
You'll no longer feel insane
And from the seed of pain
Will grow the tree of the inhumane
There is the anger, the fear, the bitterness that sprouts ironically
From the heart of care—
If only the heart can be cold; if only it can survive to be:
As cold as care can be.
 Feb 2018 Chucky's Bride
Atticus
i carve my body into your ideal shell
but no matter how hard i try

it will never be enough for you...
Time fly’s by as the year’s pass.
Looking to find what I have missed,
in this, life’s journey.
Looking back at my beginning.
Where it all began for me as a child.

Looking for friends from playgrounds.
Acquaintances of the past, that I have missed.
In a town, I once knew, to be my home.
Vision of my youth
As shadows of time appear.

Coming back, searching now within
the cobwebs of my mind.
I find It was just another place,
A time, that I passed through.
There is nothing there for me at this time,

But of dreams long passed.
Was doing just fine
Lost in the crowd
Page after page
When your song came on

Instead of turning it
I let it sink in
Remembering everything
You said to me

Everything
One of the most wonderful things about life is discovering that the cause
&
cure
For that ache in your heart
Are one in the same
Just know...
He’s had lives & loves before you
Remember that when the bricklayer or the mechanic
Asks for your hand
You’ll receive one flower
Instead of a dozen roses
Picked on his way home
Handwritten notes in your shoes
Instead of Hallmark greetings
Elaborate dinners cooked by him
Where he said he’d clean
Afterwards
But didn’t
Spur of the moment
Road trips
Instead of planned vacations
The opening of windows
For the springtime thunderstorms
Listening to the beat of his heart
While the rain drops
Drip
Drip
I
N
T
O
The drain
He’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in his bottle
Records in his head
Absorbing you into his world
And if he dies before you
And you bury him
And you mourn over him
Lasting for years
Remember his flower
His notes written just for you
And if you see his ghost
Haunting you
Then the Poet
Has fallen forever for
...You...

— The End —