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I sit on the floor wearing your shirt.
I can still feel your heart beat through it.
It's a bright day outside,
but it's what's inside that matters.
And inside this room, it's dark and needing.
The curtains are closed like you mind is to me
I can handle to ask why,
But I can't handle to know.
I never thought you'd let me go.
I saw a star slide down the sky
Blinding the north as it went by
Too burning and too quick to hold
Too lovely to be bought or sold
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and **** ***
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is ******.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is ******
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is ******
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...
 Mar 2011 Anna Thorpe
Dylan James
To try rush love, is to grasp at infatuation
Neither earnt or deserved.

To cheat beg and borrow
Or arouse a facade
By fault or by flight
Is neither right,
Or a right.

But to learn is to make,
To shape
To mold.
Create within hands and soul
Embrace.
                Capture.
                                Build.
Repeat
Bit of a change in style...
 Nov 2010 Anna Thorpe
Shayla
I have had my heart broken,
I’ve hurt and I’ve cried,
I’ve been used and abused,
Built up and pushed to the side.
I have seen the darkness,
Searched for the light,
Been through so much wrong,
Wondered if I’d ever know right.
I’ve been let down and cheated,
Felt alone and afraid,
Been with guys who would break,
Every promise they made.
I’ve dated the cool guy,
The **** and the clown,
But every guy managed,
To turn my smile to a frown.
When I thought hope was lost,
That I’d never find love,
You came into my life,
Like you were sent from above.
Though I’ve been through the worst,
The clouds and the rain,
I can now say I’m thankful,
For all of the pain.
For the past is what got me,
Where I am today,
With you by my side,
In a love here to stay.
 Oct 2010 Anna Thorpe
Shayla
Did you know it from the start
That I was not the one
Was all of this a game to you
Were you only having fun
Did you know when you said the words
That made me melt inside
That this would amount to nothing more
Than a roller coaster ride
Did you know in the dead of night
When you'd whisper in my ear
That the words you spoke were only
Things that I wanted to hear
How could you make me feel so much
I don't understand it yet
How can you walk away feeling nothing
When I'm still trying to catch my breath
Every time you held me close
Did you know you'd set me free
When did you know it wasn't love
When did you know it wasn't me
 Oct 2010 Anna Thorpe
Shayla
She brings it to her mouth
And slowly lights the tip
As she thinks about her life
On which she's quickly losing grip
You see her life is full of memories
That grow more painful every day
She expels smoke from her lips
And with it floats away
With each puff it turns to ash
That falls unnoticed to the ground
The same as when she screams inside
But no one seems to hear a sound
This was inspired by a homeless girl I saw in NYC sitting on the corner smoking a cigarette.
There's a rainbow of forgiveness
there's a sun glazed with content,
there's a sweat bead of serenity
racing down my head.

Your gaze is overwhelming,
I'm flustered by the view,
your sweet smell compels me,
this is what you do.

There's a field of maturation
there's an insect of desire,
woven through your hair-
star lily, color fire.

Your immaculate constriction
consumed by your embrace,
lips succulent with passion
I love you and your grace.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
I wonder if people feel the same,
questioning, pondering,
not knowing in nature,

I wonder if the masses as they walk the streets,
tiny ants carrying a thousand times they're defeat,
see the light refract and carry back,
images form and recollect,
cellulose film with a story to tell,

I wonder if the girl that gives me the smile,
had depth in wondering the same,
had she known the butterflies that ran through my skin,
a feeling of jumping from a formidable cliff,
not for hate, degradation, abhorrence, malevolence or animosity,
but just the opposite,
to show the love we carry
in the arms of adoration,
hydraulic hearts
pumping fidelity, fondness, and friendship,
fueled by breaths of fresh air,
in that smile we shared,

I wonder if the ones who hate,
can also love,
does the man covered in mud,
slopped in filth, mayhem and blithe,
lye by choice,
or is it easier said than done,
would a good man cover himself in blood,
if honest true and to the point,

so I'll sit on this bench,
birds chirp as the children play,
dogs off leashes,
running amuck,
but who can place blame,
as being put on a leash,
restricts our breath,
causing no smile,
not to breath our fresh air,
to pump our hearts,
giving us love,

so I lastly wonder,
had I had the nerves,
to just say hi,
would you have stopped
or just said good bye,
will I be the man I wish,
or am I the man in filth?
copyright 2010 s.Rozario
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