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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Rousseau
I desire
In a heat of summer

Zeno
Disregards
My triumphant return

From wild brush
Sudden wilderness
Harsh temperatures

The north
Or south
Anguished by gold

Needing a solid
Fixation
Condemning love

Validating the truth
Of my delinquency
Letting death overcome life

He was so pretty
The scion
My child...

So pure
Like snow
With the name Napoleon

He was mine
My son
Natural blood

Chelsea
The rose so cold
Living in a spring of chill

Where is the love
We once shared?
It has to be rotting in the ground

All is gone
The money
My *****

I want more
Something substantial
Not hunger

Nor your whining
I hate
And fear the searing leach

That you have become
My bonus from life
Is this

Trouble
An uncontrollable
Falling out

I revise
God's device
Informative drive

I have to run
Baby
To the bay

With torrential rain
Sudden winds
Hateful lies

I have no explanation
Her name is Betty
And contrary

To happy endings
With a tome of reality at ready
I contribute to life

By saying
That...
I hate you
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I love the lassy
Her name a reminder
Contribution to my youth

She speaks
French so elegantly
Must be my bride

Whiskey to the top
Bear upon Scottish glasses
I find her in poetry

Made by Latin men
The Italian romantics
Gin way off on the horizon

I desire not
To waste away
But I desire a high

Drugs do me not
They are solemn
Without true cause

Give me the golden brew
Mash without hash
A pack with the Devil

Upon route six hundred and sixty-six
Where the grass is dry
Animals eat the rye

Hoping for Gaul
Hating Caesar
Hypocrite of old

Neither Roman
Irish
Or English

But French
Possibly Americano
Spanish in decent

Hot and tame
Without blame
And hate

Going into
Fine literature
Desperate for a land of growth

This must be the old novel
Written by a drunken American
Of old colonial Williamsburg

Indebted to Wickens' Street
Hating London
Eating my bread and butter
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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Just like Kurt Cobain
Tasting Staley
Adjusting to Cornell

A.M. to F.M.
Splendor of unique sound
Hounds bark the tunes

CDs remind me
Creating a systematic
Shock of remorse

Where did the music go?
Under the radar
Abducted by Aliens

Little green men
Maybe women
I don't know

The current status
Of the world
Starts with a capital letter

Trombone an elastic
Centipede going into shock
Resenting divine life

Inhabiting a cult
A signal
To death worship

God's will
His' Answer
Is a sending of intervention angels

Trying to control
Will
Singular beings bent on loving Jove

The sounds
Must die
Along with a mortal melody

I'm aching to hear
Morrison
Pretty old Jim

Where did he go?
Under the ground
Circumcised in Paris

**** this life
Hate continues
To develop ploys

Designed to coax
Me into slumber
Without rifts

I dare not
Oblige
Such a dreadful request

It is ten
A hand hitting the six
And I dread the coming blues

What a horrible
Youtube playlist
Without Fire

Stuck
In an
Angry chair

Needing Layne
Confirming Jerry
Echoing the zeppelin

Angel
From down under
Contracting a disease

Without a cure
An antidote
Begging for hope

Gone upon
Crushing winds
Dooming blows

I remember
Their songs
Could them memories live again?
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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Forget my
Ill love
Interest
Boring message

Eating crumpets
Under
A falling of stars

Son
Run from
The fork

And sign
My plastered
Image

It is
Revolting
To the eye

Maybe the sight
I cannot deceive
Pretends to be lost

Family
With weight
Has fallen
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I see the emptiness
Of my Design

Can't count
My fingers

Best time
Is now

Near a
Clear river

Old broken
Italian wine

Must be
From Tuscany

Couldn't be
From France

If so
I cry

Dependent upon
Suicidal premonition

Breathe to
Gain flow

Jaded lyrics
Hating personality

Drunk in
Hedonistic wine
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Forward the message
Letter to selfish plots
Caught between plight

It just might
Have a name
That is unfounded

"But what is it?"
All the Cupids'
Will ask

Just love
Contamination
Feeling under a dreadful sun

Waiting for
The dome who is
Wanting a soul

In Paris
Upon a boulevard
With the name of a saint

I discover
That toward an atmosphere of passion
You might have almost had me

But
You must
Understand Ulysses

That I tried
Toward your
Solemn town

Ground of rot
In ruin
A dreadful valley

Hoping for god
Aching in pain
Celebrating gain

Where is the sanity?
Here is your home
Is there no guilt?

Many questions
Laced with diamonds
Donny's dreams

Not mine
I sight a sponge
Without a name

So leave
Condemnation
And descent
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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
A white porcelain
Porcupine

Sits atop
The stool

Beside a resting
Toilet and silent sink

Drains are clogged
Must be the fog

Airing up
Inside the room

Thick and heavy
Full of cream

Like a hot
French Pastry

Soap melts
Into a fine cappuccino

Skin is soft
Not smooth

Rugged
Tired of the water's touch

Lips separated
Leaking drool

An earlier soft drink
Makes its appearance

Sake makes my soul
Gold and sublime

A snowball I received
To the face

Magical cocktail
Island tragedy

In Paris
Couped up

Stuck in a bathroom
Head bobbing

Up
And Down

Swaying
Side to side

Direction unchosen
Ears sweetened

By a tranquil
Heavenly sound

A song
Heartfelt poem

Layne's voice
Shouting from the void

Guitar strings
Beats of a drum

Native quotas
Unremembered

Just peace
No hate

Possible gain
***** to be given

Snowflakes
Fall upon my brow

Hissing in the heat
Chilling a man-made sea

Fingers tingle
Fabricating a jingle

Eyes swell
Blochted art on the walls

Feet numb
Deciding to stick around

Like a sore gum
Withered with gin

My armor
Solid arms

Continue to fall
Down with my divinity

I am Lucifer
Shining meteor of false hope

Chest heaves
I begin to grieve

Hope for a dawn
Pray to hear a new song

But here he comes
I am bleeding

Shaken by the storm
Overcome

Laughter
And crying

This means
I am dying

But,
Is the time right?
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