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We come from different worlds
Different parts of the map
Two different livelihoods
Two different paths

Two separate childhoods
Two types of families
One; grown up too fast
One so naïve

Both playing games online
In two different places
Fate pushes introvert and opposite
To two smiling faces

One avoids mistakes
From one big one to two
One just trying to take a guess
What the other just might do

One runs away
With a tank full of gas
One sits at home
Hoping the pain will pass

Two different hearts
Tell two what to do
Both do not understand
What the other's been through

One in recovery
One drives all night
One is so confident
The other is in fright

Two different people
From two different places
Lock arms for the first time
And stare into faces

These two different hearts
Began to beat as one
Through hiccups and heartaches
These hearts produce a son

Now two families merge
Two become stronger than the sum
I'll hold you both forever, Love

This story's just begun
(AIP) Justin Griego
The clouds move over the sun
as the stage is set, lights dim
Movements of dancers getting set
nervously watching as the clouds darken

Lightning flashes in the distance
as the dancers beat there chest
the rolling thunder reckoning its approval
as the lead pumps her fists

The first drop falls with pounding grace
as the dancers jump up with thunderous sound
The soaking drops rain its applause
as their collective feet touch the ground

The wind licks at the cloth draped around them
as they spin and flip as a choreographed group
And the wind yells in violent glee
as their movements express their vigilant youth

The dancers finish with their perfect end
as the elements smile on the energetic routine
And as the lights raise and the clouds move away
The dancers turn and bow to the future of We.
(AIP)
THIS world of lies
IS full of eyes
HOW can they be dry
AN angel just died

ANGEL falls to a place
CRIES of terror on there face
Blame it on the world today
As we watch IT fade away
If there is a Tooth Fairy
and Santa Claus
If the is an Easter bunny
and leprechauns
Then there must be
a Sleep Fairy
who closes our eyes
when they get weary
And if I could send her a package
as a FedEx load
I would send it with flowers
and rigged to explode

And then maybe I will finally get some sleep!
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To the woman...

He was a hero in silver armor,
driving the abusive man away,
save for the brusies, she was safe
save for the house, it was okay
He wore a golden buckle
and she didn't know what to say
when he presented her a ring
and asked if he could stay

To the child...

He was a villain in silver armor,
driving his loving father away,
save for the crying, he had a hug
save for the mom's brusies, he'd behave
He wore a golden buckle
that reflected anger he just couldn't stave
and when his mom happily showed him a ring
he decided to run away
(AIP)
I'm the air that escapes through quivering lips
the shiver in the bones beneath heated skin
Distant is the gaze from a soul behind dark eyes
Dismissed are my actions behind veiled sighs
But you have no idea what my dreams can show you

The kisses of death; so gentle, so sweet
The laughter of the poor, the beaten, the meek
Wind spills, pouring from smoke filled rooms
Fumes, as love's anger explodes into blooms
And darkness is fading in; and in darkness I lose

I am the whisper among the valley's trees
the venom in the waiting of passive bees
Behind me is hurt trails winding away
In front, a heart so passionately splayed
This is where the wind pauses; what'll it choose?

On silver platter, polished and proud
sits a rusted ring that screams so loud
I am that voice that gently pushes your hair
that violently moves these obstacles of a feeble stare
Breathe in, and let my sound consume you

I am the words unspoken on violent breath
the shivers of a spine when there is nothing left
I am the smile that impresses itself upon your tongue
and the whispers of love that've gone unsung
Ever so softly, let me wrap breath around you
Another Insomniac Poem

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