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His lust used to cut me deep,
Raw and rare with flesh inside.
Draining his soul all to seep,
Until hearts left broken, cried.
We used to be best of things,
Days met, happier ever.
The beauty of all life sings,
Making shared times so clever.
So what happens when we’re grazed,
Too entangled in our den?
Razor sharp as we are raised,
Lived to tell life as sin?
Never wanting to confess,
Our lust and love a mess.
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI. Poem 7.
  Jan 6 Nickolas J McKee
Rick
do what makes you happy
and the rest be ******

forget the critics
the naysayers
the reviews

forget those who pounce
at first glance with
unsolicited feedback

forget those who wait
with serrated edges
for the unveiling
of your back

forget those who lambaste
and castrate your creativity

or worse, those who
try to help you
improve it

and then there are those who
uplift and support your work

say thank you
and
forget them
too.

forget about polishing the knobs
off the editors of poesy or
the literary brotherhood
and sisterhood

forget about your friends,
your enemies and
your audience
all together

they are a cough drop
trying to cure an illness

do it
the way it was meant to be done:
without obtrusion
without approval
without asking

don’t allow them
to cloud your mind
with judgment
of any kind

do what makes you happy
and the rest be ******.
Happy New Years Everyone!
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2024
I thought about it,
Many times before.
Knowing life is ****,
Wanting something more.
It doesn’t matter,
Never what you want.
What’s even sadder,
Life a constant taunt.
And so we try hard,
Running and running.
Lives thrown like a card,
Gambled and cunning.
So here we go now,
To find life somehow…
And sometimes we just need to run away…
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2024
**** your ride up,
You seem to find a different track.
Exed, axed, in cup,
Basic instinct no going back.
Your world a trap,
The old you fears you in ten years.
Tell em a rap,
Your soul never doing back tears.
It’s time you fly,
Like D.B. Cooper on demands.
No time to cry,
Sink their souls deep down in the sands.
Buckle up, Chuck,
Time to ride luck…
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI. Poem 4.
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2024
Your touch is deep,
When you’re inside.
Where can I sleep,
No heart denied.
Know where I been,
Cause I won’t tell.
No, it’s not sin,
Where tears don’t dwell.
Something you can’t,
Have for long lust.
Tried loving shan‘t,
God cursed to dust.
We try so hard,
To hold love lost.
Bleeding blood shard,
Dead eyes up cost.
Here pain no more,
Drained my dread gore…
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI, Poem 3
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2024
You used to feel good to me,
To imagine feeling you..
Lost whims of your kiss to be,
The way you touch and all do…
Something more secure of past,
Never truth of love to light…
Light to dim what nothing last,
Not even to mourn a fight…
What point is it all to mourn,
When starved out no more feelings?
What left of lovers to scorn,
Of the lovers lost dealings?
Dare you ask my soul complete,
Where here lost my lover sweet?
Definitions of Dreams & Things XVI
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2024
You used to feel good to me,
To imagine feeling you..
Lost whims of your kiss to be,
The way you touch and all do…
Something more secure of past,
Never truth of love to light…
Light to dim what nothing last,
Not even to mourn a fight…
What point is it a to mourn,
When starved out no more feelings?
What left of lovers to scorn,
Of the lovers lost dealings?
Dare you ask my soul complete,
Where here lost my lover so sweet?
Definitions of Things & Dreams XVI, poem 1.
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