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And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.
---

I'm calling you
it's 3am
all the bars are closed
don't have no more
alcohol
that's just the way
it goes

I'm sure sorry for
the things I've done
the silly things
i've said
i really should be
going to sleep
but this song
is in my head

- CHORUS -

just called to say i love you
that i will always care
if you ever need a helping hand
you know that i'll be there

just called to say i love you
that i love you still
yes, i've called to say I love you
and i always will


babe, i've spent a lifetime
looking for some help
someone else to be there
I couldn't help myself

then all at once i found you
the writing on the wall
you were there
i thought you cared
we could have
had it ALL

- CHORUS -


and now the clock is ticking
i called and you're not home
something's wrong
it's 3:15
I know you're not alone

and so i'll leave a message
though my head is in a daze
i'll leave you a message
and this is what it says

- CHORUS -
This is inspired by a
romance that may have ended
Not all the circumstances
are the same, but the sentiment is

My heart is on my sleave
but I want you all to
really understand why
I have not been on site as much

Don't worry. Not drinking or using

PLEASE PRAY FOR ME

---
Acrostic

~~~=<♡>=~~~

Fourtitude
Abounding
    **T
remendous
Heroic        
        Enriching your
   Rapscallions

(us...)

thanks dad!
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you loads!
SUCCESS!
HE LOVED IT!

He has a great sense of humor TOO!

---
~~~<^>~~~

cupped carefully
In our palm
is a tiny
light

we caress it gently
tenderly
then hold it to
our
*****

there it seeps
into our
pores
lungs
heart

flows into our
bloodstream
to feed our
flesh

exhaled
it is
brilliant
magnificent
terrible


it reflects every
race
color
creed
idea
annihilation
abnegation
angst
joy
so­rrow
pain


everything that can be
conceptualized
by
the mind of
MAN

we have named it

POETRY

soulsurvivor
(C) 6/7/2015
I am dedicating this poem

special thanks to my
poetfriends
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You are ALL SPECIAL!

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Thanks to you all
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THANKS!

~~~<^>~~~
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Peter Simon
He promised Mama he would come back,
Before he left, three days after I was born
Now, still no sign of him, and I’m 18
But I will be here; I’ll keep waiting

No matter how long…
No matter where you are…
No matter what happens…


I don’t care if he already has a wife
Yes, it’ll be fine
I don’t care if he had children with her
Yes, I don’t mind

It’s him I want,
I won’t get mad
I would hug him tight;
Tightest of the hugs I’ve ever given to anybody else

I will wait, I promise
I just hope it won’t take forever
I will wait, because I promised I would
And I will wait, because
He promised Mama he would come back
© Peter Simon
2015
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Emily L
Eve
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Emily L
Eve
I am a rib
pulled out from your cage.
I am the apple
pressed against your lips.
I am the warmth
within your breath.
The sweet nectar
on your fingertips.
Your heart was made
but your soul was mystic.
The otherworldly flow
of spirit
within boundless space.
A warrior of flesh and blood
inside a
mirror-image
of my face.
"bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh;"
What is this you have done?
You,
my demise but still
I become the mother
of all the living.
For the dust I am,
I will return.
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