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Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
Please, excuse my son, he's not old enough and
He hasn't matured yet just because of his age alone,
Excuse his inability to care about you, "getting ******,"
Excuse his "excessive" interest in girls and pleasure,
Excuse the fact that you even had to hear him speak up,
Excuse the instability in his daily life, it's his fault,
Excuse me for even bothering with him ever!*
I love to hate my son!
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
Your windbreaker holds back all of the rain that flows
Only seconds away from the curb where you stand,
Puddles distant near and far are the result from the
Violent storm at hand. I'll try to somehow understand.

Your hand stretches outward as if to beckon, but instead
You stick your finger up and let me know how you
"Really feel," but I'm always at your mercy, your dark
Brown eyes hold me in a somewhat helpless-make me reel.

If there was a way to go back to that time and find you there,
What I wouldn't give to tell you how you made me feel.
A lady knows when she's found her love, and there's no way
Without you I'll ever get bye when push comes to shove.
It's been nearly 26 years since we first met, and I still think of her every day. What can a person have ingrained in them that could last that long and somehow still mean nothing?
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
If but for ten seconds to see you smile, to hear your voice,
Wouldn't a person fill the world with their tears
Beyond the whole of what we say is never a choice,
Burnt bridge, skies of safest planes, be it the vehicle
That kills and maims, just to hear your voice, it's all in the voice.

No one will hear you in person as often, it's not the same.

If I were to look for your visage would you appear? Show your face?
Would there be a specter of you? Every day we face our fears
Into the void of all that is lost we pay the cost
To see your face, all it is in this ruined burnt out place
A victim of wrinkles and blush, damp and dark around the eyes,

Even at war, we are all sharing the same planet in space.

Would that I could find a way to touch your skin, beyond all within,
It's a place I will never return, for life I will be lost in the dim,
The trampling the wreckage, it's all for soft skin, or to appear slim,
To see the skin it is but a vain thing but they will pay for the dream,
It's a goal they all know "we" must meet, perfect skin is bittersweet,

*Worth all of your dreams and mine, we will all get left behind...
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
I gave up on "real love" long ago
Amid all of the emotional pain
I realized "who am I kidding?"
It's over before it even began.

I watch as it suffocates for one last time,
This heart of mine still beating slowly,
Laying on the ground, before it loses
Every last ounce of hope I've ever found.
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
Live in the dark, sharpen the steel,
Play the charade, mould of grey clay,
The bump in the night fills you with fright,
Indulgence in the air? Make the "sinful" care.
Vacuum the world, the big flag unfurled,
Bump in the night,  neighbour takes flight,
Pollution in the air? No one seems to care.
Slow work to get by, free lunch for the fat guy,
Masterful touch, the poor "lazy guy's" on the crutch,
A place they can afford to stay if you think they're OK.
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
So we're all free, eh? If you start thinking outside the box,
Going against societies grain, then you are snuffed out,
Never heard from again. You can "whine and moan" all you want,
But you'll soon be cancelled out, bad manners are a fine reason
To throw you into the frenzied crowd.

Freedumbs indeed

Your days of voicing your thoughts are through, they've "solved
Everything" by letting laws even go into motion that simple sanity
Can disprove. These laws they always pass, your voice is never heard,
Democracy manifest's evil will soon turn your life over to the birds.
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
The parasite that bites, that always bites in the night,
The parasite that does so fright, it bites who it will, whoever it might,
The teeth so sharp the tongue that hangs, it ***** and ***** and *****
Again. It's the parasite that bites, tasty thrills are it's delight,
The eyes that blink the watering mouth, the open lips,
You are the one the parasite decided was the best to pick,
Salivating and drooling, it just can's wait for it's turn to take a lick!
It's all about when you've gone to sleep, they go to work,
They feed and feed you're all they need, you'll do quite well...

And all the while you are supposedly evil and you're going to hell!
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