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I get my words like I get my dreams.. Alone by myself in a world that seems.. Black and magical.. Floating on a cloud. My heart is screaming save me but no one here's a sound. They come to me like music throughout the air.  My heart screams save me.. But oh world you do not care. Why don't you care? You made what I've become. Alone and drunk.. Musical heart with no beat. Hear it's music.. It's silent it's asleep. To many times I have longed to see your face.. To many times my heart has beat it's final race. For your emotions. Your love. Your final partner. Id die for you my love.. Ad be loves deathly martyr. But am not required. This Position has been filled. The beat of my heart asleep so slowly becomes just still. You've killed me.. Although I still but breath.. I better hide away.. To the shadows I take my leave. For in the shadows you still but find a lonely friend.. Black creature of death that stalks my lonesome end. but a creature you do but slowly start a love.. A creator a being that sends you feelings.. Words plucked from above. Does god but smile or god but sin.. Gave me a life.. But gave me love a lonesome thing. You've gave me a love.. That no one dare but share.. This heart of love you gave a man.. But Cupid you are not there.

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We are the eternal marriage
Of blood and mind.
The saints in their rapture
Ne'er held eyes as sweet
Nor hands that unearthed a homecoming.

But I, lost among the found
Stranger in A strange land
Have but the dawn to spin for your veil
And each star forged in the host of man,
Will take your cheek only to gift a kiss
Upon your lips.

With surf stained sigh
These are the dreams
In which I sink
And tomorrow you will think of me,
And tomorrow you will think of me

As I remember
These leprous hands
Which once danced in
Carfuné
Betraying a dream.
a toast to the gods of self preservation
twenty one with plenty coming
allowing to pound sounds within
the crown aroused voided a founders of it’s bruises
spells hold the fold, I’m coasting with the best
resting in the east so I sleep with blinds low
the comfort zone is far from solitude
my molecules have aptitude to channel Jupiter
seatbelts are useless wastes of matter, excuse me
just a minute so you can miss me with that individuality
your calloused grip on reality impairs the singularity
old school, gold noose, silver lined diamonds
Jesus pieces reaped the seeds that teach your blind lids
came back with scabbed knuckled and heart scars
hustled the portal of pretension ever so ethereally
inner synthesis purged the day the plague hit
on the courts or the graves, you name the slaves
the game slayed the day the chains changed hands
 Nov 2013 drunkonthoughts
R
I um, I haven't really had much of a conversation with you.
Like, a real one. You know, the ones about how the air smells
in spring or how the stars look at night.
But, I keep having this dream where I tell you
that I've always thought that it was my fault.
That I deserved what happened to me.
And to be honest, you are the only person who
makes me feel like it wasn't.
So, thank you.

I want to thank you for saving me.
At first, I hated you because you had to be the one who
brought me to the counselor that day. I was so hell-bent on
wanting to die, that I completely forgot my reasons to live
even though their hands were guiding me to the
front office.

Thank you for being there for me when no one else was.
For asking that oblivious question, "Is it boy issues?" that day in Math class.
For staying with me no matter what.
For being my friend.
For... caring about me.

Michael, thank you.
Thank you so much for everything you are
and everything you ever will be.
I want to wish you the best on your engagement
and I really do hope you live a long and prosperious life with your significant other.

I love you, I really do.
I hope you find your Walden.
I hope it helps you discover
those things about you
that I do love.
The day is at it's darkest just before the dawn
but knowing that I am still on my own

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

Thinking back you gave nothing at all
unless woman, maybe a desire not to be like you

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

Woman I thought your love was true
and now my blues have there back to blue

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

And woman to see you
walk from that night club, with someone else

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

But at last woman I know
I am on my way back home this night

Ow sad SAD MAN BLUES
on my own again.
Maybe a song on it's way ---  PAul
Putting her in front of anyone and everything
She promises love ever lasting but blink and then she's missing
Giving you the cold shoulder her mood swings only make you lust for her more
Find out her core she's not perfect, aborted before she could be reborn
Torn away before you want her to go, do some blow to help you cope but she will come back and show you its not just the snow outside that's causing your bad connection
Her complexion will send you in the wrong direction
She knows her imperfections hurt your reflection
Natural selection she is an infection in the section of you that no surgeon can remove
Parents disapprove and refuse that she is right for you thinking you can improve
Seduces you so you stay Knight in shinning armor you make her your bride so it's till death do you two part
Playing poker only to find that she holds more than your heart
She reminds you that's what behind you has designed you inclined to rewind to the unkind but you realize you have a blind spot for her
Unable to see your past without her in it any way you spin it there she is
Wake up from the car wreck only to see the way you spun it didn't turn out right
You try to fight to stay alive but
On your deathbed you lie and once again there she is, holding your hand in a tight clasp
You gasp as you grasp that all along she was the forecast
As you bask in the sun and dry up you look at her and she's more beautiful than ever
No light cast upon her could age her skin what so ever
Looking in her eyes you slowly begin to realize that because of death you two will part and your time is about to end
Spending your last few moments thinking about her wishing you could make amends for everything you've done wrong
You try to speak but she just says not to worry
Starting to cry she says she's sorry
Apologizing for the night you wanted freedom from her, she says she just couldn't bare to see you leave
Right as you close your eyes for the final time
She says you know we never would have met if it wasn't for your parents, see they gave you to me
She is life
If ever I must sing as poets have
Then the world would be haunted
They'd find I was mad
I'd sing to the stars
I'd sing to the moon
No place on this earth
Could hide from my tunes

See my words sound on paper so wicked
and loud
Yet sing as I do
No poets allowed

The writing goes dancing all over the sheet
My voice in an octave
Not pleasant indeed
My shrill is the dreading of living in range
One shout of my music
Sends war from the planes
I've tried many lessons to
Be just like them
The greats like Lord Bryon
Keats and Miss Anne

Well I read the "Farewell"
Unusual for me as reading old lines
Means nothing but trees
She leaped of the page and incited
My views
I know where's she lays now
I bow to her muse

Three years I've been singing as poets would have
Yet all I find out there are
Wishes and sad
I want to send volumes for all of the land
I want to find gold
The never the grand
I want to sing out yet my voice
Goes unheard
I want to rejoice
My willing my verse
One day that I'm famous the poets will say
Please sing for us badly
As dead as I be  
And sing like an angel ..
My pure
poetry
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