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 Dec 2013 Naptural Mermaid
Jay
Some days I wish I could be blind
That way I couldn't see the flaws that we try so hard to hide
My friend once told me that she hated the color of her eyes
Just because they weren't the color gray or maybe green
Her exact words, "Brown eyes are so boring and mainstream"
My eyes are brown

Some days I wish I could be blind
That way I couldn't see the flaws that we try so hard to hide
My sister once said she wanted to work out whenever I did
Even though she is just a 9 year old kid
Her exact words "I wanna look like you and weigh 103"
I weigh somewhat close to 130

Some days I wish I could be blind
That way I couldn't see the flaws we try so hard to hide
My cousin said she wishes she had straight hair
She thought maybe her dad would be there
Her exact words "maybe if my hair was straight like daddy's he would love me"
My hair is also curly

Some days I wish I could be blind
That way I couldn't see the flaws we try so hard to hide
I know your flaws are different from mine
And we can forget them, from time to time
But when you're around me
I want you to see what I can see
I love the fact that your eyes aren't green
Brown is a beautiful eye color to me
I love that you weigh so much more than 102
Because if you weighed any less I wouldn't know what to hold on to
And even if you weighed 95 pounds maybe minus point 5
I would find you in my sheets, your heartbeat would be my guide
If your hair didn't curl I wouldn't know what to play with
And even if it was bone straight, I might learn how to braid it
I don't love your flaws, I'm not romanticizing your insecurities
But there are more important things to care about, so many beautiful things to see

I know you could be so happy
If you saw what I can see.
The future scares.
Terrifies.
Horrifies.
The future sits in the shadows,
As ominous as fog covering gallows,
Remaining the great unknown
With such an undecided tone.  
Some may find delight in discussing what they believe the future to hold.
They hope typically for self-fortunes & gold.
However; there exists a group to which I belong.
One that sings a very different song.
One that does not rejoice in beseeching time
To allow us plans of our own design.
Persuasion plays no part.
The relevance belongs to the matters of the heart.
Simply put, yet believed to be true.
Do not ask me to hold in my future a place for you.
It is said, "Only time will tell,"
But what if you have missed the deciding yell?
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?

I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.

For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.

Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?

Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.

Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.

Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.

Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.

Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.

Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
For our anniversary I wrote you a love letter,
Because we were apart and couldn't be with each other,
So I wrote down all my feelings, in a neat little story,
And told you about how you changed my life for the better with all your glory,
I sent away the better part of me,
So that it could remain in your humble hands until we could see each other again,

But somewhere our wires got crossed,
And you decided that it was too much,
So you ended things with me before the better part of myself I had sent to you got there,
I wondered for weeks, had you opened that letter,
And sometime after I forgot about it, I heard through the trickle of friends,
That my love story to you still sits in its envelope, gathering dust in a dark corner,
And you have not opened it to see my words that I had crafted together for you,
You have not opened all my hard work, and my dedication to you,

I know that my letter, and the better part of me, is sitting somewhere out of sight,
And I know that in time, when you don't care anymore,
You will stumble upon it and dispose of it without a second thought,

But all that I ask of you,
Because I know you will find this,
Is that you open that love letter, and see what I was wishing for in time,
See my words and my penmanship, crafting together, everything that I was unable to tell you,
All that I ask of you, is for you to open my letter,
And finally release the better part of me,
Because I have been wandering through these unknown halls,
Waiting for her to be released.

EMW.
 Dec 2013 Naptural Mermaid
Nikki
Only those who are asleep
still believe in the American dream.
Nothing is as it seems.
Although we are still great,
our people full of the future,
our land has been overrun by righteous moochers.
They sit on their false thrones,
growing fat on our toil
while they poison our soil.
Our schools are a joke;
teachers teaching what to think instead of how.
We are all as captive as the sad meat cow.
There is still hope,
we can still be free
but first people have to see
that this world is in trouble,
our mother is in peril
for she's valued less than a stinking oil barrel.
If you have her heart and want to fight,
do be cautious,
the government has eyes that watch us.
Revolution won't be easy,
and I don't think we're ready
but unrest is sure growing steady.
Stand up for Lady Liberty,
cry out for freedom
because our soldiers need somebody to lead 'em.

— The End —