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Green Eyed Blues May 2017
I watch my arm hang off the edge of the bed and picture myself blue
Will of passion has been dead since before I even knew
Being human is to watch yourself decay
While you scramble to stop it
Grabbing glue to stick on skin
That's molded and rotten
Duct taping limbs
And using cork to hold back brains seeping from your mouth
It's getting hurried to the brink of death, yes just before, then being forgotten
To stare at the finish line without means of motion for an eternity
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
You will never be as alive as you are now
Quit acting dead
Strategy is for fools who will waste away trying to outwit fate
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
You never come when I want you too
Never when my skin sweats your name
Or when my lungs break for your scent
Or when my bones walk in vain
I'm unsure what to call it, but if I were to guess, it would be closer to manipulation than love
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
A dark entity
Gained entry
All I could do was watch
As he rancorously entered me
The manner of his position was
zig zag with sharp corners
He hunched rolling his neck with each push
A distasteful pleasure marked my outsides
A familiar feeling to the rest
I was stuck still in peaceful protest
Now he's apart of me he said
Each centimeter locked in my chest
Afterwards he sat downing a relieving sigh
As his eyes scanned my naked body
Trumpeting to himself she is now mine
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
I can sing an empty tune
Air in perfect pitch
A silent temptress
Moaning inadvertently
Who should I become?
Now that I've ridden the wave of these vibrations?
And laid in the sweat
That I pored from ancient temptations
Romance is simplicity
But how I quake in the pupil of complexity
And sometimes your over composition
Gives offense and is blind.
    Along with my five feelings a minute
But it works because you bore easy
The flaw lies in our trained disposition
    Of unempathetic nervous systems
Placing bets
Because assupmtion feeds more mouths than a herd of cattle ever could
Train of thought poetry
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
Is the only
Thing you
Can't manipulate
Green Eyed Blues May 2017
Even in certain circles in certain minds
in certain frames at certain times
We can't know what's true
And misconstrue can ring like
Miss you too

Self titles
Reign demeaning
And a finished product
Watched like a B-Rated pre-screening
Fed my gray matter
But the rest of me is depleting

Craig Morgan's playing baseball
Elliot Smith in the background screaming
Drinking OJ, it's how the Kardashians got there money,
Nothing good even came from the cover, trust me it didn't.

"She's in your hands now
Treat her like a Princess
You gotta respect her mind and her body"

"Welcome to Shaboom Shaboom"
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