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 Aug 2013
KM
I've been craving a smoke
So I've taken up gum
It's been such a long time
Since that was a habit of mine

Cigarettes and coffee
Compliment each other better
Like did we before this tragedy
When it was we were together

Your kiss was like a sip from my mug
Sweet and soft but quickly removed
A sip, save from poison, is never regretted
And you were far from poison on my lips

A love that could have been and was
Has somehow vanished in the dust
Now daily life is bleak and boring
Thoughts of you are full of mourning

Those thoughts of you guide me through
The dreams of yesterday
Where all I see are shadows of you and me
Blocking out the warming of the suns morning rays

The coldest warmth I've ever felt
As the sun rises higher in the sky
I miss the peaceful silence we used to live in
It's a shame it was built on a lie

A lie that can't be justified
In what hope it had to gain
On my lips your kiss still sits
As your poison runs through my veins
A collaboration with @Mike Hauser, and amazing poet. 7/25/2013
 Aug 2013
KM
She was born with a dragon tattoo
On the small of her back
And a butterfly that flutters
On the nape of her neck

The dragon daily throws fireballs
While the butterfly puts them out with her tears
The forever feel of heartache and emotion
Scars left that will never smear

It is often said that time heals wounds
Good and evil an everlasting struggle
Yin and yang, the north and south
Opposing forces are never subtle

She's accepted the truth of her tattoo's
As her lot in life
The battle rages daily
Fighting for her souls light

Inner turmoil, all she knows
But darkness won't consume
A once held brightness
One day shall resume

For the girl with the dragon tattoo
On the small of her back
And the butterfly that flutters
At the nape of her neck
@Mike Hauser and I are making habit of doing collaborations ;)
 Aug 2013
KM
Woke up in a motel
Don't know where I was
How on earth I got here
What it is I'd done

Made it to the lobby
Breakfast being served
The look they gave me had no need
For the spoken word

Eggs and bacon filled my plate
And orange juice on the side
Stares and whispers overheard
"Sorry, did you say bride?!"

That's when she sat down next to me
My new blushing bride
I hollered to the waitress
Could I also get a side of cyanide

Was I just hung over
My mind was so clouded
What was I thinking
She moved closer and crowded

"My darling lovey
You seem confused"
Her soft sweet lips
I had to refuse

With teeth of green and looks that screamed
Of farm animals on the loose
Forget the fairy tale wedding
I think I married Mother Goose

Not quite and old hag
But no beauty was near
Or maybe that's the liquor speaking
I just need to get out of here

She huffed and puffed
When I would not embrace
But oh my heavens
I couldn't bear her face

She spoke about our future
And the children we would spawn
All i could think, if we had triplets
We could name them Wrong and Wrong and Wrong

I couldn't handle the thought
I had to get far far away
But "what happened last night.."
Was all I could say

So we went to the little white chapel
And found Elvis...of all places
He sent us to Marylin Monroe
Who handles all of his divorce cases

My darling bride was rather upset
But I couldn't handle being her groom
So I did what any man would
And rid myself of my gap toothed bride and her broom

Next time I wake up in a notel motel
And don't know who or where I am
I'll pack my bags right away
And call the quickest cab
Another wonderful collab I did with @Mike Hauser, he's truly a joy to work with
 Aug 2013
KM
Somewhere over the rainbow the land of Oz is burning
What you don't know won't hurt you
As this world keeps on turning

Oh, poor Mr. Scarecrow is on fire
And far away the monkeys flew
Somewhere over the rainbow the land of Oz is burning

Tin man with his rusty wires
Needs more oil than when he was new
As this world keeps on turning

The cowardly lions hair did flare
As his home disappears from view
Somewhere over the rainbow the Land of oz is burning

Soon to be the witches funeral pyre
As water from the bucket flew
As this world keeps on turning

Do yourself a favor, don't look behind the curtain
Watch your step, a twisters coming through
Somewhere over the rainbow the Land of Oz is burning
As this world keeps turning
8/15/2013 Collaboration with Mike Hauser :) truly an amazing poet and friend.
 Aug 2013
KM
Reports are that New York City
Has washed out with the tide
Give my regards to Broadway
The starless Manhattan skyline

The coffee shop patrons are oblivious
To what is going on outside
With latte in hand they don't realize
They'll soon be swimming for their yuppie lives

All the business men on Wall Street
Are stuffing money in suitcases
Hoping that they'll double as
Life saving flotation

All those spotless high fashion models
Are in heels trying to run-away
It's far too late for that now
Shouldn't have gone to work today

With Central Park underwater
It's now New Yorks finest fishing spot
Tossing fishing lines out of every high-rise
Using what ever bait they've got

From Escargot to caviar
Along with diamond rings for shine
To attract the fish for that special dish
On which the rich can dine

Once a place of so much fun
The island became it's own ride
When Coney Island washed away
As New York was pulled out with the tide
Collab with Mike Hauser :) seriously love working with him, even though I was kinda lazy with this poem and he did most the work ;)
 Aug 2013
KM
You know, for a girl with
Such a wild imagination,
She argues with
Logic, far too often.

She's pretty pessimistic
For a girl with sunshine eyes
The darkness makes her tick
And a soul that's full of lies

Sometimes she gets so morbid
I scare my friends away
She's fascinated by blood
I like it better that way

An enigma in her randomness
She is a song that holds no words
Staring down life's rabbit holes
Both the blessing and the curse

Time is always standing still
The sunshine never lasts
She dances to her own drum
Waiting for the one who understands

The voices that softly whisper
From the outside in, to the inside out
Putting reason out of mind
Adding an inkling of doubt

The boy who sees her light
And can hear her dancing beat
As they explore the darkness
Fighting voices of deceit
At the rate we're going, Mike Hauser and I could write our own poetry book ;) check out his work! He's a fantastic poet.

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