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Michael W Noland Aug 2012
jelous
as i have fear, and reality
they
They have fashion and fantasy
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
an intergalactic being of the static
trying not to panic
in the sporadic antics
of a frantic romantic

manic freak

bobbing to the beat
of drones and sheep
as the storms seep
from the more discrete
holes in my heart
render me obsolete
and deplete me from afar

weave me the dreams of delicate surrender
cleave me at the seams in vicious splendor
deceive me in the memes of malicious pretenders

and take me to never was
tell me of the ridiculous
the insidious
the belligerence of thugs
the deliverance of slugs
the hideous
wrap me in a rug
with no love
*****
drugs
and a mean mug

peacefully pitiful
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
the hard headedness is a self impossed sedative for that which i refuse to see
spinning reality
making it comfy
numbly
blindly
lovingly

i spin my world away from yours
grow it bigger
better
with more bombs
more brains
and machines to replicate

i will destroy my home
and build a new

smile

reformat and repeat
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
i want unity
without alliegence
for once
let there be no strings attached
lets act
like we stand firmly on our feet
face our defeats
and take the blame for our actions
lets be adults
and go unsupervised
i dont need you
you dont need me
but lets drink
to our independence
faithfully
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
its okay to love me
from far far away
hold me
like you broke me
until i fade away

you dont have to be
anything
for me

you dont have to say
anything
to me

and its okay
to love me
even from
far
far
away
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
make a mistake
get your teeth kicked in
do drugs
**** questionable *****
get stranded
get robbed
fall in love
break a heart
get a heart broken
lose it all
go to jail
sleep on the street
win it all back
work hard
hardly work
shout the names of your pain
grow a beard
shave your head
this is what art is made of
a journalist embedded in your own life
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
Both hands in her pockets
She stared down at her feet
As she was walking from the bus

With the park
Coming up on the left
I closed our distance

Her scent intoxicating
Causing my blood to thin
My strength to diminish

I sprinted in
And grabbed her throat with my
Right hand
Pinching my thumb and fingers    
Together while pulling her into the
Darkness of the park

I punctured her heart
Through her armpit as she
Disgustingly attempted to pry my
Hand away

I eased her to the ground
As she weakened

Not removing my hand
From her throat
Nor the pick
I gently lay her on her back
And rested my lips
Upon her eyelids

When i released my grip
I felt a fluttering upon my lips
And kissed her
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