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tip of the flame
is lucid blue
it’s nucleus a
golden spiral
of undiminished
rapture
look at all your bright
faces
there is an incredible sovereign joy
that dances independent of
earthly suffering, sorrow and pain
Photographs and microphones
They won't let me sleep
Won't leave me alone

Tell me I'm not your other
Talk with me my friend
Whisper to me my lover

These waves in time
Can't wash away the visions
Just a beat against the stone

Whirl winds follow me softly
Please don't forget me
I am not the same

Molded words
Shifting ever so slightly
Pull us forward into existence

If I fall into your arms tonight
Facing all I've left behind
Don't let me look at myself

With so many fears
Every unanswered question
Scattered into the air

Coming to terms
With the truth
I'm forgetting these memories

Forgive me my dear
I did not mean to intrude
I am but a passer-by

A hopeless wanderer
Searching for infinity
A way to live forever

The way you live in me
Through my dreams
When we were young

I have to believe
That we will become stars
Floating within  an instance
My dreams have lost their luster and I read them easy now
With everything in lucid rhyme that doesn't skip a sound
I'm summoned by a certain note and open both my eyes
And what constructs the things I see puts hoods upon the lies
But how can I approach them now without becoming stained
Without becoming subject to the motives they've unchained
In retrospect I take a step, enough to make a start
Without delay my legs begin to move our worlds apart
In time I'll reach the ground I knew and tended to, before
Though blind I be my hands contain the key that sealed the door
In sanity.
 Feb 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Ranita
Run.

Run far far away.

Run far away,

From this,

From me.
No reply
Out of tries
I close my eyes

Everything seems to disappear when my eyes close
A place where only I know
What is real, and what can't be reality
A place where I only exist and no one can be mad at me

Through thick and thin, I'd still let you in...
No one knows me like you not even myself
It's like I were a book, and you took me off the shelf

But I hate you, how can I deny..
I can't stand the sight of your absence, why do I even try?

Hope, a funny thing you can't see or touch
But it gives you something a little, not much
 Feb 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Elise
As you wrap your arms around me
Breathe into my aching lungs
Reach beneathe my skin
Touch my soul with your fingertips
Leave me with traces of you
NCM
as it barreled toward us
in brilliant white elegance
I yelled but felt nothing--
I couldn't help but think

I am okay with dying
Dont eat the worm
no matter how bad that little ****** squirms
it'll make your gut turn
and your eyes swell
a living hell
living at the bottom of the tequilla bottle.
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