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POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
kings meal
i'm here all Year and all year im here” how come i have to see you everyday of the year, can't be life” that will be too weird’ oh my dear, how do you grow  much fear in this tear. Really ‘it's eating me and beating me” how to stop it’ from finishing me. Days to night, this hawkeye has marked and locked on. In me so much fumes, I know that if unity would ever come between us two” my fumes and your perfumes will enlight humans, too wear our love’ and dress in our joy’ and dine in our paradise, and if there's more to there appetite, will offer your shine as fine wine’ and our moan taste for sweet Lemon cake. And yet’ if there tummy still not yummy” and there rolls’ still stuffed with money. Then will blush them, with our kinkish best’ to full and fill there seconish.
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Passion. Hunger. Humor love
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
I'm sure that torture for sure is never short. If anything it's always shure’. for its deepest’ to be nowhere near its weakest, and is unpredictably’ full of insecurities’ the ocean stands’ like a child, clever humble and stumbles.  Just because it knows  no better.  So much that if it keeps you’ and kills you’ will just blame you. It has no boundaries’ when the earth's sea”  springs’ more tears’ to salty vapor, then clouds to drips” its has ignited” the rain to stripps,       till it leaks drizzle” and the storms begin’ to
form”  And chaos  starts To take that one  course that it knows to take.  Before all end’ is born. And humanity is torn. So What's the reason’  my brees in why u never seem to Be in season. And why is that your live” is in such prison vibe. If of all that exist. You can choose any motion in your ocean, why the one that starts in Collision just for commotion”   Look at what you done Now. Even you can take control of it no more.  My ocean brees my spirit it's Talking and its pinching that your just Teasing.  Now the oceans begins to up burst” Among all what else but a terrible curse,  “tears as big as fears”  And just beginning”,  feels like a Spill” of intinc skills. It senses it’ like it season's it.  And the  sea  Don't see like you and me See. The Ocean itself keeps more treasure” like  reflection”  it duplicates true Intention. But to float in it’ with no Expectations, Is to claim internal Meditation” On deaths creation. My brees please’ if when the Oceans Roar it will  swallow you in whole” And like GOD'S perfection the waters are his creation’ As if our LORD  just flicked’ The tip of his finger tip, To remove whatever our FATHER had on his beautiful holly upper lip. Ill imagen my LORD’ snaking on heavenly dip.’ And complementing it” with a flawless chip. And yet’ not one drop of remorse. And out from in The waters waves, surfing tubes stretch out as long as fresh water rivers do. Now that the end of ends comes to an end.  And there it is “My darling brees. My GOD”  come here hold on to me”                  “close your eyes”
And she whispers I've have always loved  you”  So I take one last breath and say, “there im ok now.  I hold her chin slightly up’ and put my palm over her eyes and i kiss my lady, before I miss my chance.  like I had all the time in the world”  but know a minute at the most. The one clash of earth's rock,  Smashes’ It's agony  from the surface to its  core. We both tightened up squeeze as hard as we can”.  And there  it is” the Least , in the beast.. The Richest ‘of the least rich”  an a  Hater of his maker.  Who else,  or what else”   but the one who's done it before.
Bye my brees “ bye love!.  The earth..its life...left nothing for TIME!.
End "love" pain
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
i can't seem to seek why all this love spreading .and yet no one joy of pleasant intent comes my way. For i wish at least for one to lie or play a joke on me.
What”  what's this shattered glass on the beaches sand. Who could have left such a misery on my path. Im angry now" thing's can get worse. Im picking the broken glass’ from sands’ and half the wine bottle is still intact.
But Wait There's a note” **** it” before I can get to it, and lay it on my hands” the wave had ran with it. I swore on clear sight’ it said my name’ but that's all’  the wave came down. And I wasn't paying attention. And I could not take the note from in the bottle’  and I could not chase it with shattered glass all around.. But it said my name I know it did. Who am i kidding the Town itself  had many who have the same name. All it left was broken glass and the green grasshopper bowl that they used to wrap the note. In the bottle. I took it with me. And it took me a while to understand that it was just a coincidence. I want it to be so real i was clouding my own judgement.  It's just that it was like the one my Ruth wore. It was her favorite till she left... that bowl that note. Who I wish i knew who it was for. Could not be my Ruth its been 6 years since the sea took my only seed...
Lost, ALONE, exceptance.
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
IIt takes two. co-exist. is for animals. Law ..
We are humans we already coexist.
We need to learn how to be the word we speak.
Meaning become one .
but takes two to make one
then why we except that it takes one now for one.
If two made one..
That one will grow believing that one is enough.
And it should be a live lesson to show two always stay two
so that one learns to fight and commit.
Become one with two..
Yes one is enough but two is better.
God did not say"here do what u can.
He said here you can do anything u want.
                                                 Joey Diaz
Unity, fight, fanily
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
Inheritor
Inheritor of life liver of Moment's
to Skipper of day,
of but who else only I I am and can speak for that man,
so then speak your matter’
I choose to skip this matter’/ click they're choose/ /click I'll skip.
Their choose /click
Skip again. /their choose/ click yes that's I and I'm looking for two man? ( two of the crowd yelled as if they must know the higher pitch voice ‘two man’.).

Then on a higher but feather ReSound one of the crowd duplicating the previous but louder ‘Two mann’ as if shock and disbelief. Now everyone gets it! /Click everyone now faces each other just like that /click I'm looking for a keeper and hold man, /click begin staring at each other just like that \click ‘SO'
/Click then just like that ‘hold /click I'm that man/ click great you're coming with me/ click I'm ready /click…….
Just like that click I'm the keeper man /click
You're coming to/ click I'm ready /click my brothers finally.

JOEY DIAZ
Time travel worse than time consuming
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
Agains me!
As a kid I was Quicker’ faster’ and stronger  Than the rest of flesh! Of all but in all.  I Loved the best, please ask the rest! and i Gave the most  please ask the rest  when I Had to share i took care of such thing I was Not rare. But been fare, now I see’ how they All dare” to not be there” Not one pair’ or one Alone’ thought of me, as if u dont see my Misery” never did i ever past and saw u last.  Please ask another life. Or stand there and Wai to be told. How could I have not seen The signs if they were written in sounds of Silence alone. And probably i should have Notice, but i was to be see not paying Attention to my life lesson. That all this time They were carved in cold stone. ...all life”
        All of us..billions of them.  And I rest.   Dead with not one
friend..

                                JOEY DIAZ♿
Betrayal, dark, alone
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
Watching Instinctively
as two moments calide
.the moment… didn't stand a chance
as if it was just there. It was sad’
washing how in seconds life is then gone
for you heard the last breath just left.
Been  forced to witness not death”
that death for him is certain. He knew his soul was crying. His mine thinking’
millions of units pure thought.
perfection in total silence.
He never blink not ones,
and not once did he look my way.
I prayed silently  that he wouldn't.
  But I could not turn way”.just how could I,
it felt no different than a angel been born.
just this one was leaving.
”As if nothing else mattered.
From were ever it came.  
it came,
faster than the word it claims.
watching life be born
is somewhat vicious”
compare to the silent  and calm
for still meaningless death.
Death nature. Tragedy. Circumstances.

— The End —