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JL Apr 2012
City slicker
Softer than a midnight whisper
Warm breath bathes your ear
Watch me flicker
On and off the streetlight
Nothing ever feels right
Until the radio comes on
angels sing the  song
getting closer
To  backwards understanding
anti-social
Like a feather on the wind
Try to keep my friends
But I'm bitter
hear a good thing
My past is all a dead dream
Memory, you cheap skate
Paying me at half rate



Don't you open up your front door
To the wind that's weak and gentle
Playing with the thistle like a child
Feeling weak and tired
I lay down for a nap
On the peace of your lap


Where I dream of going far
Trudging deserts by the cool of the dark
Sailing ships by the pull of the star  
lost in the blue
May I come to you
JL Dec 2011
I played a game of Russian roullette with the devil himself. Guess who won?


Fate
JL Feb 2013
Forever we are tethered to one another
No amount of distance  separates us
For I have ensnared a part of you
And surely you have locked away a part of me.
Inseparable we are a golden strand no other
Lover can break; though children are born
And grow. Though seasons pass/sunrises
And sunsets; always are we tied together.
True Love Truly Never Rests
JL Nov 2012
The dark alleyways of my mind
Shadows ***** between the streetlights
sleeping next to you on the hospital bed
I swear it is in whispers
And the touch on my shoulder
When i am alone at night
You take me to that place

And i am not alone there
They crowd around me
and their screams mingle with mine
The primal scent
Filling our lungs like cold air

It is hard to imagine death then
But soon I lie alone next to the fire
My heart is heavy. I am alone
but this is how it must be
JL Jul 2013
_don't lie
you run from it too
Do you wonder?
Even touch the darkness/ skin to skin
Blind sheep stumble stumble fall
Have you forgotten so soon?
As the leaf falls from the holy placement
So shall we dance about the iron rod
He shall step down as the morning sun
And stamp us beneath his gilded feet
We little ants
Will bite his ankles to the last

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