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The pain of life
is a contraction
of a new season
ready to be born.
The joy of life
will soon be laying
skin-to-skin
upon your chest.
There is hope in life's
deepest suffering.
By: David W. Clare

I tried to stop the taxi from taking me to you that fateful night
The driver pretending not to hear me
We made love then now you fear me!

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with an empty glass of beer!

My hotel room still stinks of your lies...
Sad thieving girl runs away to leave me cry!

The shape of you outlined in my bed
Like a chalk silhouette at a ****** scene, now I scream your name...

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with just an empty glass of beer!

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Film Noir night in Manila, the Philippines...
your body is the heavenly host
to the only love I've ever known
and I am home as the embrace
of your supple skin encompasses mine.
I kiss your face even if
your five o'clock shadow is peeking through
and scratching against my the tip of my chin
because no one's lips could ever taste just like yours.
and I do not love you merely for these physical encounters;  
your mind is a glorious entity full of
ideas, thoughts, and aspirations
that I hold dearly to my soul.
I remain in fear yet am fearless
in your presence because
another touch could never feel like yours
and another voice could never sound like yours
and no one’s lips could ever taste just like yours
because your body is the heavenly host
to the only love
I've ever known.
 Sep 2016 Hidden Secrets
Cheyenne
You never showed
You let me go
You had to pick
I wasn’t it
Can’t live two lives?
Why not mine?
07/14/10
You are tearing out my soul
A piece of flesh at a time
Devouring who I am

At times I feel your teeth scrape the bone

The black bitterness oozes
From your mouth and eyes
As it feeds on the happiness

That once was mine

Each day it grows with my demise
This viciousness that owns your heart
And is taking over your mind

Tearing us apart

I will not let you take my soul
Or turn me into you
If you choose to live in death

Then you and I are through

September 8, 2016
i am a ghost story
a glass half full shattered on the floor
a dusty attic holding feeble bits of memories
memories like you and i firecracker fighting
being daydream drunk in the middle of the afternoon

i am weak
i cannot bear the weight of your eyes upon my body and so i breadcrumb crumble
ashes to dust
dust to ashes
onto your dank cement floor
and i see you thinking that if you clean it up fast enough no one will see what you are capable of
Kiss me
Like if you never kiss me before
Above the mountains  
To show that you kiss me everyday
Making me lovely person.

                              Or
Hate me
Like i am the person you don't really
hate
Everyday in life
Across the rivers
To tell me that you don't like me.

Kiss me or Hate me
Like i am the person of life and love
Up top your head
Telling you to kiss or hate me
Wondering why to kiss or hate?

Kiss me is not all about kissing
But showing love to others
Hate me is not all about hating
But being kind
So kiss me or hate me.

                   By K-mari ©2016
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