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i still write you letters
purple ink stains my fingers
and 3 pens later i haven't got it all said

i talked to a girl you know
she says you got tired of me
before i knew your middle name

it makes me sad to think you'll never know how much i love you
even though we both lied that day
and you lied every one after

and it makes me sad to think that you'll never know how bad i feel
because i promised you i was mean
but i can't bring myself to say i told you so

you were right,
we weren't
and you deserved better

but i couldn't let you go
cause all i wanted was a friend

it's okay
now i know i didn't deserve one.
 Aug 2013 Fred Kinard
Morgan
He helps me catch the
words as they fall from my skull
He says
"I like when you use
the sea as a metaphor"

And then he rolls onto his side
Rests his head on his overlapping hands
And closes his eyes...
Eyes as deep as the ocean
And as blue as the
sky reflecting off it

*I'd do anything he ever asked me to
 Aug 2013 Fred Kinard
Redshift
small overdoses
have suddenly begun.
where it says take one
i take two
where it says do not take more than two
in six hours
i take four

i'm just trying to feel better.
because i was scared of them. why am i so bold suddenly
 Aug 2013 Fred Kinard
Anderson M
I crossed paths
With an icy princess who left
Indelible footpaths on mine embittered soul.
Love at first sight
Lust at first sight
Both sides of the coin
**scream**...relevance
Nearer to the midnight hour
Than thee,
My ship sinking neath lids of iron,
I lay me down and entrust my soul
To the muses,
The Gods of Poetry and Art,
My poems to keep.

Tuck me in, kiss my forehead,
They smile knowingly.

I ask in the slow, punctuated,
Indistinct voice
Of drowsy,
"Will I see you tomorrow?"

They reply:

"Soon we shall meet again
In dreams most colorful,
Whether in this world,
Or the next,
T'is another's choice,
All is chance."


*Then they soft whispered:
But new poems will lie by your side,
Pillowed beneath thy head,
Guardians and Friends,
Wherever, Whenever.
For once a poet,
A poet forever.

So journey on,
Good Night To You,
Our child."
12:04 pm.

Companion poem to,
(6 days ago)
"Good Night To Me"
 Aug 2013 Fred Kinard
st64
Too big
 Aug 2013 Fred Kinard
st64
eyeball too big
or
dream too big?


That **** alice-door is too tiny
Just enough to peep through
One mere eyeball
And espy the jolly life of dreams
Yet barely enough for a hand to reach through
let alone fingertips to taste …

Cruelty is…midday heart-brake too big
Reality makes sure to stick it in *deep

Its harsh voice stoking…stoking
Gleeful gives the dreamer an artful kick



maybe moment has dawned
to reduce that ambitious dream-reel
perhaps too big…on the teasing life-wheel
oh, drat! no biggie…
may well just trash every heart’s desire
let go of hope and let drown




no…forget it, Fate
I shan’t, no.
come…..
come onnnnnnnnnnnn, then….!
hey, come and drag me by my ****** heels
with my face in the gutter!



(I am WAITING...)


S T, 15 August 2013
Life’s seems to be a test, at best...every way we look at it.
Trying…
And trying, too…!

(must find that ****** key…and flippin’ magic potion, if it even exists… lol)

not going down....despite consistent taunting of adversity... et al.
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