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 Jan 2014 Harry J Baxter
Teemers
Confused thoughts
Fake friends
Fake trends
Lost in a world filled with desire
Promoting hate
We are all selfish
Forgot who you were
Because your all the same
Originality lost its courage
And you’ve lost your fame
Pretty sad smile
Pretty sad people
No one knows
No one asks
Everyone wonders
Everyone is curious
Time is ticking
Time is leaving
And you are being left behind.
Catch up to who you are
The world is filled with the same faces
The same minds
Be different.
Be unique.
Be you.
she loves to dance in bedlam
to the beat the shadows throw
in a gown of sequin macabre
since her mind left home

where webs of  deceit hang from chandlers
and madness is the party game
blowing the horns of something's wrong
in an eerie game of charades

the cook that's in her kitchen
bakes a don't dare go there souffle
though she dips her fingers in it
through out her darken days

you may take the chance in joining her in dance
on this the razors edge
when all is said and the day has bled
she pulls the sheets of madness up on her bed
I'll admit I didn't notice it
the first time I saw you
there was mystery wrapped around your fingers
and silence that sliced the air
I did not expect the flash of a helmet
I saw for that half split second
but as the hands moved on I saw a glimpse of
the warrior in you.

Tattooed on your feet
are the stars of the sea,
but you keep them hidden
in black socks and high topped rubber shoes
maybe you're scared of stepping on broken glass
you've cut yourself before, I know
but if you keep your feet sealed in
walking on familiar paths
you'll never know what it feels like
to have warm sand in between your toes
or on fresh grass, dampen your soles
don't be afraid of pain, for I know that there is
the warrior in you.

Your name means messenger.
I looked it up.
You don't say as much as the others
to me at least,
but when you do
you leave fingerprints in the air and
maybe you think that your words don't matter much
but believe me, they've planted seeds
and those seeds are growing
and your messages don't just come in
consonants and syllables, but in the way you
open doors and tap shoulders,
the way you hold your head,
hold it high, because there is
the warrior in you.

You have lived through many battles
I see it in your eyes.
I hope your heart doesn't grow heavy when
you lose one, because the war's
already been won.
Learn to trust, soldier,
you'll always need backup.
And when it seems like
dawn will never come,
I hope you'll remember
the Warrior in you.
Does it take you the entirety of a slow summer day to fall in love?
Starting with sipping coffee in the company of the chickadees
and ending with conversation sizable enough to fill the Big Dipper.

Or does the feeling crash down on you like a tsunami?
Not quite knowing the cause and not quite caring.
You know, that inability to feel reality during an aftermath.

Maybe you like to resist the inevitable instead.
Pushing love away with bursts of gut air exploding through your teeth.
Coming from the need to control all things, including every motion of your breath.

But I don’t know.
that’s your thing.

My thing?
See, I’ve been trying to figure that out.

At times I crawl towards love like a starving alligator would towards a deer.
Think about how they drink unsuspectingly from the river. I know it sounds impulsive.
We’re all just trying to survive though.

Like when my head is on your chest and your arms are wrapped around me.
Sometimes I feel so close, yet so far away.
It makes me want to dive into your brain-but then I think you might not like that.

Then I slow down.
And the love I’m feeling reminds me of a *** of water just before its boiling point.
Bubbles full of compassion and trust and admiration coming up to join the little piece of the universe I’m blessed to be a part of.

Like when we’re talking and the words just spew from my mouth.
There’s not a negative feeling in the atmosphere and I feel on top of the world.
Because I’m thankful to have found a friend within love.

There are other times when my heart feels like it’s going to explode.
The emotions are just sitting on the edge of my soul waiting to jump.
You know when the only thing and the last thing you want to do is cry?

Like when you wake up in the middle of the night and I feel you kiss my shoulder.
That’s the feeling of wading in the ocean, and watching fireworks, and cuddling children all rolled into one. A feeling in-between desire and fear.
Then, against my better judgment, I think, “maybe everything does happen for a reason.”
 Jan 2014 Harry J Baxter
Lexie
Its welcome in the darkness
But scary in the light
It leaves me feeling empty, cold and tight
The contrast of the noise
The difference of confusion
A quiet I can understand
A battle I am loosing

A child afraid of noises and whispers
Not knowing the real fear hides inside
Mixed with the truth
Mixed with the lies
Hidden from protective eyes

The moment of peace
The weight of tears
Pain carried through the years
 Jan 2014 Harry J Baxter
Mikaila
I'm going to create for you
A hundred thousand stars
Stuck here on earth like pinned butterflies.
I'm going tear them free of their frames
And leave, in their absence, white spaces stamped on the age-yellowed wall
That's been just waiting for someone to break
All that prison glass.
I'm going to uncrucify those pure silver shimmering constellations
And send them shooting through the sky
And they will shatter everyone's heart who dares to glance up,
And even they will not express the exquisite joy of being unmade-
The ecstatic, mad exhilaration of the thought of you.
I am going to make you a constellation.
I am going to make you an angel.
No,
I am going to make you God
And Satan too.
I am going to make you everyone I've ever met
And everyone I've ever wished I could meet but didn't have the words
To pray for.

I am going to search for you
In every face I ever see
And anything I find there of you will strike a spark so dazzling it blinds.
And everywhere those people walk they will set fires
And all the tourist maps in their flimsy metal racks will burn with avenues and crossplaces of light
And the world over will be stretched across with searing cords that cut the paths you've touched
And everybody will know that their city streets are threaded through with hot silver because you
Looked at me.

I'm going to make you the exact moment
When the lightning hits the tree,
The only moment of its life that it truly feels,
And the last.

That devastating
And that perfect.

I am going to make you the white hot slow burn of desert sand in the bleaching sun
That purifying
And I am going to make you the sweet relief of rain seeping into the earth,
That vital.

I know what you are.
I know your limitations.

I strip you of them.

You've nowhere to hide.
I am going to make the thought of you into a living flame.
I am going to think of every second you have ever taken a breath-
Every
Single
One
-
As a revolution
As a rising sun
As art.

I am going to love you with the same level of desire that every living thing has ever felt
For its continued existence.
And there is not
A **** thing you can do to stop me.
 Jan 2014 Harry J Baxter
r
I can't recall
The writing on the wall
It wasn't me who put it there

Our time went fast
It wasn't meant to last
It disappeared I don't know where

You came to me
Asked me to set you free
Knowing I would because I care

Cut it in half
Love is a photograph
A painful memory to share

r ~ 26Jan14
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