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Why do I devour you so?
Foundation's of lost years
Restraining me refusing to let me go
If I were a shield
I would draw my sword
Mentally defeated, spouting my existence
Submerged in hypersomnia
Sleep disorders are so hard to live with. I have missed out on so much. But I carry on that is all I can do. I know that  people suffer way worse than this. I'm blessed Peace and love to you all.
D
Sometimes, when I love you,
As you tend to love me back, half-heartedly,
I am one with the half-moon.
And I am reeling, pulling
All the stars to be together,
To be with you, when I'm with you,
Just to be whole.*

© 2016 J.S.P.
Draft.
Silent eyelids on  galaxies of wings
Spinning meteorites entering my tears, into the white scented moon
  Pockets  full of soft kisses and kaleidoscopes strings
Weaving stones and heartaches into my muse
Spoken through poetic teeth
Hollowed slivers rotting the irises of living things
Meadows of erosion swallowing throat scars
Stranded in a blinded world
Immortality poisoned and blistered
Bittersweet xanax only last so long
Five years ago today you departed this earth
5 years, 5 months, 5 minutes, 5 seconds, they all conjoined instantaneously, so conveniently
I don't  recall the day of the week , the time of the day
Although I memorized  the confines of your face,  your rugged unwavering  hands
Your guttural voice often immigrates within my head
When I soul search, I look for you
The fading  air that I begged you could take  
Fretfulness settled into the restristed room, submerging into wetlands
Incomprehensible grief as we bathed in tears
Prayers were addressed to our ears
Gentle brushes against your skin just to feel your warmth
I thought what is the sound of a heartache?
Because I knew at that moment even sorrow knew  grief
Having no words for my own mother who lost a son
Knowing that there were three brothers and now one is gone
Recognizing how delicate brothers can be, yet unbreakable

I envision you discovering fistfuls of copper
A sacred river that delivers  peace  and there's  berries to pick
With sawdust on your fingertips and a smile upon your face
The fish are  always biting, and you can always hunt deer
Rings of kaleidoscope colors paint the sky, calmly on the shore
Miss you Dave so very much.
A swollen tongue can't speak
A black eye can't see
A split lip can't eat
A dead man can't beat
Hollow eyed, brittle winged
My affliction is my ritual
Loops of stars interlock, colliding with my nightmares
Although I lie awake
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