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I will
I will
I will
I promise you

I won't
I won't
I won't
Give out on you

I have
I have
I have
My best intent for you

I give*
I give
I give
My whole heart to you

I live
I live
I live
So we both can see

The two
The two
The two
Of us in which I believe

I am
I am
I am
What you expect from me

I can
I can
I can
*Give you the love you need
HIDE ME FROM THIS PAIN INSIDE
HIDE ME FROM THESE TEARS I CRY
HIDE FROM THE FACT I WANNA HIDE

AND THE FACT I WANNA DIE

HIDE ME FROM THIS PLACE I'M IN
HIDE ME FROM BEGINNING UNTIL THE END
HIDE ME FROM THE SEEN AND IMAGINED

AND WHO IT IS I THINK I AM

HIDE ME FROM THE DARKENED SKY
HIDE ME FROM MY DARKENED MIND
HIDE ME FROM THE WORLD OF STRIFE

WHERE I'M AFRAID TO GO OUTSIDE

HIDE ME FROM THE MENTAL ILL
HIDE ME NOW BEFORE IT KILLS
HIDE ME FROM THE GRIP I FEEL

I JUST WANT IT TO BE STILL

HIDE ME FROM THE ROCKS THROWN AT ME
*
HIDE ME FROM THOSE THAT WON'T LET ME BE
HIDE ME FROM WHAT WON'T SET ME FREE

BUT MOST OF ALL
                                          
HIDE
     ­                                                 
ME
                                                        ­      
FROM
                                                ­                          
ME.**
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                                                               ­                          .
I have a friend that struggles with mental illness and it just made me think of how many out there these days struggle with the same....not that it will help but I wrote this in response.
If you do...your in my prayers.
Please, I need to talk to someone.
Or I just need you near.
Please don't go to sleep.
Please don't leave me.
Please protect me,
And stay.
Please!
I need
I can't
I don't
How can I make it on my own.
Don't leave me here.
Not all alone.

Because she's coming,
Calling for me.
Her games are never fair,
She always wins.

Please stay.
Wouldn't you?
Couldn't you?
Would you save me.
Please.

What would make you listen?
That you could see my pleas.
No, I cannot speak.
But don 't you see?
Why do we have eyes,
If everyone surrounding
Seems to be blind.

Please...
Don't leave me,
All alone.
Not again.
Please?
Not profound. Just honest. This is what I would ask of you, if I could.
Because the world that I see
The lines that I perceive
Are just so different from you
From your sky.
Your eyes must be shaped differently than
Mine.

Where do you stand?
How can I believe.

In whatever exists.
That we may change
Any moment to another
While breaths determine our steps
Looking back
I don't see
Or maybe just cannot perceive
Where this forked
And became.
While the other one dies,
We are only unaware.
Of less than exists.

Yet every one
So incomplete, still.
And though we may be opposing sides,
Does it even matter?
If in each one,
We are both still so small.

So look down on me
While she looks up at you.
And let's both miss the truth
The big picture.
And we 'll never leave
Our little worlds of perception.
Except you're there with the others,
And I'm all alone.

We never will transcend,
this atmosphere,
Will we?
Your words unfold like a map
marking the journey through a single day,
made from the comfort of my chair.
You wield your vision like a weapon,
bold slashes with your pen
leave me vanquished in your mirror.

Now the room lies still,
the single pulse your hard-bound words,
taking shape the way a fence crawls across a winter field,
wielding life like a paintbrush,
your pictures more exciting
than the margins where I’ve played.
Went to the doc.
Told me I was on my way to
Dying
Way faster than I should be.

Laughed.
Doc, you been telling me that for
Five years
And my poetry is only getting better.


He says,
Ya think?

Look at you,
You live in a watery place,
Talking to god about sports,
Ripping off O.Henry,
Solving equations
On the direction of the
Bubbles you blow into the skies,
Recording your innermost
In public bathrooms,
Ever ask yourself,
Is that normal?

Laughed.
Every now and then,
I take them pills
You gave me.
They come in orange cylinders,
30 at a clip,
Supplied my druggist dealer.
I figure for every pill,
Another day, another poem.

But I won't stick myself no more.
Got enough people- things
Sticking me daily.
Why should I help themselves along?


You right, doc snorted.
You've lived this long,
What ya got to show for it?
Then why do you come
Bothering me,
Annoying me.
You think I like
Spending 90 minutes
With you?
You think I spend
90 minutes of mine
On every poet
That comes thru
My swinging doors?

Well I like how, doc,
You write down everything
I tell you, so when the archaeologists
And the alchemists
Come a-digging,
Looking for the facts of figures,
In your files,
They will find the gritty story
Of a New Yorker,
Who saw poems in sidewalk cracks,
Street signs, young hearts and smiles,
Even you white starch coat,
Your stern disapproving face,
gets utilized, but got stop someday,
Wouldn't be fair
If I used up more than my
Fare-thee-well share
Of words.


The doc,
He didn't laugh,
Nah, don't buy it,
Gotta be a reason
Better than that
Why you keep on
Bothering me,
Ignoring me,
Hastening your mortality?

Doc, done my time,
Sentence served,
Now I'm just coasting,
Waiting for the day,
When I get summoned.


Looking for a new view,
Looking down on the young ones,
Staring down, at them struggling,
For the exact right word,
To place just so on their computer
Screens/screams,
I can be the rustling noise
In their ear,
They call inspiration.


That will be Part II,
That is what I will do,
When your forecasts
Come true.
So what me worry,
I got jobs done and to do,
And I can do 'em well
Just about anywhere,
But I visit you, cause you,
Are a righteous one,
Cause you care.


And I will be watching you too.





5:38am
A companion piece to
Oct 9
"Annual physical"
And
Aug 24
"God took my soul"
Contrapuntal
— adjective, Music.

- pertaining to counterpoint.
- composed of two or more relatively independent melodies sounded together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


If we set this site poetic to music,
there would be two
contrapuntal melodies.

A harmony of disharmony,
met and matched by a
single refrain,
a harmonizing voice
meeting the needs
of the sopranos, the altos.
the low of the lowest basso.

I am in love,
life painting me beautiful.
The dawn is cracking,
opening my heart with love.

I am a heartbroken shell,
in a living hell of neverending.
There is no light
in my bed at night, bulb broken.


Let's write of joy,
celebrate reunification, singularity,
of our place,
our happy collision,
our universal location.
For where you are,
I exist,
no where else.

Less than nothing,  
gave and given in,
found a lost plateau
where there is no substance, only
pieces of broke,
pieces of ache,
pieces of brown glass


I live you.
I die you.

There is but one color, and it is the color of us.
There is but one color, and it is colorless.

There is one vow for two,
the vow is one!
Keeping it,
natural, easy,
time is unrecorded,
forever is immeasurable.

There are no vows ever kept,
only lies,
passing promises of vanity.
Never is the only time
that can be recorded.


A new world symphony
that never ends.

What then
the unifying
refrain
uniting joy and pain?

Write it down.
Write it up.
Write it and believe.

We will listen,
and care,
having been there,
both ways,
both sides now
we are
write
alongside you.
"I was very very goodly broke,
and contrapuntal insanity was a
partial cure."

"A Perfect Day (in the city)"
7:22AM

Somehow in my mind these two poems are linked.


Place your ****** hands upon thy chest.
Let them melt thru and come to rest,
Inside, the battle ongoing, under thy breast.
Watch, eyes open, knowing, fearful.
Swiftly, with no hesitation, from within,
Rip open your body, exhaling the best,
And the worst of what you got.

The cool air rushes in,
Stirring the inside stew of:
Infected grime, shameful desires,
Secrets that should not have been exposed,
The ***** stuff that you alone know exists.

Contact with the atmosphere makes
Self-pity dies, blue blood turn red,
The TNT tightness explodes,
Ashamed, you have only one escape hatch.

Now, you are ready to write.
June 18th
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