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Michael W Noland Apr 2013
He followed
The hollow
Wallowing
Of the crowd
With doubts
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
The flame
In his chest
The same
To the rest
But twisted
As he was
Blessed
But gifted
With inferiority
And was horribly
Conflicted
Of the message
He was meshing
With the decrepit
Feeling
Of his fleeting
Half stepping
To the
Recollections
Of his blessings
That he was tempted
To dissect
From the crowd
Inflicted
Despite the
Shroud
Of clouded
Bouts
Torn from
The panicked ****
Of the phobias
He knew they were scared of
And glared
Right through them
Before he opened up
His coat
And started shooting
Proving
Others wise
In the silent
Reprise
Of 45's
And nines
He smiled
In the exile
Of fear
Escaping
Through
The fading
Lights
Of dying eyes
In the wild
Surmise
That with each
Trigger squeeze
Eased him
Into shame
As he
Aimed
To please
For the release
Of lives
Crawling
For the
Finished
Lines
And in gorgazmic
Slitherings
He delivered
The final blows
With power ups
And scores
Progressing
The killing
As he reloads
With shrilling
Grins
And stints
Of compassion
Fashioning
The rationed
Satisfaction
He received
From the screaming
Mothers and babies
Brothers and maybes
Splattering
On the plastic trees
Of escalators
And skeezes
That laid shuttering
Headless
Upon the exits
Of his
Insurrected mind
And he was just fine
With dying
In kind
And he was just fine
Shining from
The shrine
Of Santa
In a sonata
Of solidarity
To the led
Soldering morals
In a story
Of victory
And of
Personal glory
For the lords
Of defeat
Seething
In the completeness
Of a defeatist
As he stuck
The heaters
In his mouth
And was out
Without
One doubt
As to what
Nothing
Means
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
Was
She had
Big luscious
**** ******* lips
Scrumptiously
A ***** *****
With tattoos
Across her ****
And an ***
That any man
Would kiss
Despite
The ***
And the ****
Already on it
She had sass
And would *****
On *****
As her mascara ran
But she wasn't sick
Her every ******* tear
Immaculate
She was a submissive
So dismissive
When you hit her
She came
And begged
For another
With her
Bloodied pucker
Of mucked lovers
She was a nasty *****
Leaving lipstick
On rich boys
And Leroy's
And she
Would ****
Or ****
Just about
Anything
To get lit
As she elongated
Her words
Like a *****
Southern ******
Slurring her verbs
With dead birds
In her hand
And fear
In her heart
She fanned
Her flames
And scrubbed
The stains
From predictable
Strangers
Strangling her
While getting ******
From every angle
Dangling her soul
In her mangled holes
She cried
And cried for more
Reap and sow
The *****
From her nose
As every man knows
To blow as she chokes
Such a beautiful throat
And that walk
That walk of a *****
That every man adores
That other girls
Only wished for
And she loved it
The attention
The erections
The affection
The infections
She was addicted
To ****
And knew it
She was a ****
Strutting her stuff
Letting her **** out
Of her blouse
Just to arouse
The curiosity
Of your spouse
And wreck
Your house
She couldn't get enough
She'd eat your girl out
Before getting ******
She was down
For anything
Or anyone
A **** ** bag
That we all
Tagged twice
Once for fun
And once alive
I was her life
She was my wife
She was a
kick in the face
Away from fame
And she would
Say anything
Anything
To get away
Until she
Didn't
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
There is, this blue, this, something that grows inside of me, something that coils through me, when the distractions are gone, or forgotten, a forgotten, feeling, rising up from within me, and within me, lifting a hope, a hope from a dream, a dream, suddenly realized, and realized, i was always there, just there, always here, just here, waiting for me, waiting for me to sync to it, to a place, a place, where the light is thicker, in an encompassing blue haze, a blue haze of a comfort, a comfort i will not explain, but will say, that this, this, wholeness, this wholeness exists, i felt it, sitting in a chair, with a view, that i have never viewed, and beside me, things, things i have never seen, and nobody, nobody was there, but me.

It was peace, all that ever was, or shall be, it was me, projecting on the screen, what was needed, to redeem, the blue light for sight, into others dreams, as i master me, tethered by a single string of tranquility, i could, and always can see, the light beyond my thinking, and i think, everything, is where it needs to be, for the time being, a non entity to my being happy, embracing my duality, the happiness, as well the tragedy, of the sadness that lurks, upon the birth, of reprisal, to take me higher, than i ever knew to desire til now, as now, is all there ever was.
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
Don't know
What you're talking about
So i scream

Real loud

Don't care
What you're gawking about
So i scream

Right over you

Its all forks in the air
And lack of care
When i scream

Right through you

My love for you
Fragile love for you
I love you and i love you

I love you dead

Its a bottle bees
Shattering
Over the stings

Get outside me

Sing a bit to me
While i'm asleep
Let me be

Or ill scream

Buzzing in my dreams
Stingers, and wings
Singers, and fiends

Screaming at me

Screaming
Why the ****
Is it so much

To stop

Shut up

Turn it

Off
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
Just try
To display
The might
Of a republic
That died
Years ago

Just try
To let go
Of the way
That lead us
Away
From ourselves

Just try
To break
Away
From the hell
That awaits
Us now
Michael W Noland Apr 2013
I freed
A sea urchin
Lurching
Over my *******
In aversion
To my excursion
From the hurting
Sleep
Unearthing
The trees
Of a life
Dangling
From the branches
Shaking
With the cannons
Blasting
In the distance
Of my resistance
To the betterment
Of my belligerence
Toward the kids
To unnerve them
From the bliss
Of ignorance
Into servants
Of science
Deferring
The gods
To appliances
And silencing
The violent
Tendencies
Of stupidity
Into ridiculously
Clever things
That inspire
Laughing
All while
Mapping out
The world
Anew
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