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MaryJane Doe May 2014
An unlit cigarette
Burns
Breathlessly
Inhaling
High
On a low
Between the lines
Waiting
Patiently
For nothing
Watching death
With life filled eyes
A caged
Free spirit
Haunting the haunted
Listening
To silence
In a loud room
While speachlessly
  Conversing
Of unrefined
Technique
Inspired introspective perspective
MaryJane Doe May 2014
Whisper
  That you
Missed her
Ever softly
In her ear

Whisper
   Won't you
Mister
Loud enough
   For her
To hear

Tell your lover
  That you love her
That you'll always
    Hold her dear

Tell her
  Young feller
If you hope
To keep her
       Near
MaryJane Doe May 2014
Flickering
    In the waters
Are tiny omitted truths
   Regressed to the depths
Just light enough to prove

Theory
    On the current
Perspective from the raft
  No forecast foretold
A blind mans craft

    In the eye of the storm
In the calm
     Of its wake
Reflections
    Shine clearer
   He'll get
What he can take

Numb by the cold wind
   Of the storms of past
Clinging to the feeling
He's letting down the mast

For he has no need
Of a light house beaming
Those flickering omitions
    Are the light
       Of how he's feeling
MaryJane Doe May 2014
There's an
          Electricity
   Between          
        He & me
That only
            The naked
       I
Can see
A perfect    
    Distance
       Met
         By equal
Resistance
    As Ohmwreckers
       We have persistence
MaryJane Doe May 2014
Hello

My Name

   It's Antonio
Montoya

   You killed my father

Prepare to die

     I say to the bottle

And you ask

     Why?

Have you not seen
  The Princess Bride!?

The for finged man
Killed his father!
  You ask me
  What's your point?

    I say

        It was Jose!

Who killed dear old dad

  As I drink from the bottle
       Your expression turns sad
& you pour out the rest
    Saying
  That's to bad
MaryJane Doe May 2014
I envy
  The over
        Inflated
           Balloon
This really
        Isn't
     A big enough
          Room

Elated...
  The balloon
      Is free
   As I wish to be
      But nothing
Is truly
As it seems...

    I did it the favor
No one ever did me
   & put it out
Of its misery
      Bang!
All eyes on me...
  Sorry to ruin
Your surprise
     Party
MaryJane Doe Apr 2014
Introspective
Is my perspective
Alone
Upon my throne
I look
To myself
Not wealth
Overgrown

Naturally
I'm flattered
As I sink
To my evergreen
Knees
Weak
As you speak
Branches
Blowing
In the breeze

On the verge
Of slow motion
Your flow
Ever rolling
In the depths
Of my emotion

Converging
With the urge
Of my rising
Ocean tide
Riding high
In the eye
Of our storm

Once
Forelorned
Abandoned
And alone
In the *****
Of the ocean
I once claimed
My home

I felt your sweet embrace
And the cold of the depths
Was replaced
By your spirit
You called out my name
Before you thought
I could hear it

A mocking jay
Whispered in my ear
As I sat
In calm waters
Clear
Amidst a hurricane
He sang me your name
Softly
As your current
Drew nearer
In this eye
We have nothing
To fear

Take your place
At my side
We are the all seeing eye
Rules of our art
No fools gold hearts
We reign
Along raging rivers
Where fate once came
Changing our current
Your flow spoke my name
And mother nature
Heard it
Currents Past
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