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Stranger Blue May 2016
While listening to "Rocket man."
I rock it man!
Me, myself and I, we kick it.
So I kik it man.
My trees are burned down,
so I seed it man.
Looking at the stars,
the Milky way and I eat it man.
Just passing through, a traveler, I'm trippin' man.
Yea, I'm spacing out, why?...
'Cause I'm a rocket man.
Stranger Blue May 2016
The Day may come when you'll,
Think nothing of me.
The Ring will be left on the dresser,
it's drawers...
Empty.

On the kitchen table,
A letter labeled for your eyes only, explaining
A conversation with Sarah Bradford
and why you left me.

A lonely you makes a
Lonely we
And with every Nocturnal dawn and
Morning rain that you'll see.

You will remember
These words
You will
Remember me.
  May 2016 Stranger Blue
Wanderer
Deep sighs at day break*
Our heated surface no match for the inferno inside
Raging for the ache of your dark touch
Sweat slicks already lubricated flesh
I curve into the muscled wall of your chest
Closer
I need it
I need you
Appalachia shadows criss cross fogged windows
Penetrating stories written along their dewed edges
I writhe beneath your whispers of
"Come for me"
Body bowed, tight like violin strings
Played by expert, elegant fingers
Shudder. Surrender
The seat of my soul flooding with pleasure, with release
Request granted
Stranger Blue May 2016
I tell you that i love you,
time after time again.
You look at me and smile,
while riding on the tail of the wind.

"As much as I may love you." You say.
"I'm searching for the love within."
A life to construe,
while riding on the tail of the wind.

I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away with you.
Stranger Blue May 2016
I sit by the window entertaining a blank stare.
Yesterday waves goodbye as if i really care.
For tomorrow is another day and i assure you i'll be there.
Sitting by this window entertaining a blank stare.
Stranger Blue May 2016
There is something, i can not explain.
This underlying agony...the relentless pain. Tearing through my soul like some runaway train, my eyes, like the dessert
seek desperately for rain.
I can only sit here as i slowly go insane for depression, like maggots on a rotten corpse, eats away my brain.
I wish there was someone to talk to,
but if anything, what then would i gain?
I guess no one can help me and no one is to blame.
There is just no escaping my unexplainable bane.
Stranger Blue May 2016
Never fall in love...
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