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Ken Sheetz Jan 2012
As the devil rises from bed,
the wolf leaves his den.
I grew from the grave.
The country of ghosts and thieves.
You trade in.
You trade in your soul.
Does this eternal fear
bring you back home?
Ken Sheetz Jan 2012
The somnambulist son,
to whom dreams come no matter
dusk or dawn
laying in bed awake.
Feeling every tear
on my shoulder shed.
How many have i held?
Tears falling into
skin. Clavicle (for)
acting in retention.
Lachrymal in mention.
Soporific, i cant see it.
Time for the drunks to head home.
Ken Sheetz Feb 2011
She hummed fireworks
With our eyes closed
What will i find on my hands next
Standing on air
Illuminated by nothing
My eyes shine in the night
Moving by a trick of the mind
This point wont move
Adventure thief
Ken Sheetz Jan 2011
5cm
lay in blue
take in the colors
while my eyes take in you
brushed by me
my fingers run down
they'll study your body
Questions and answers
will i ask as they reach me
smiling i just listen
i want this moment
have i been here before
Ken Sheetz Jan 2011
The only life you've ever lead
are the reoccurring dreams inside your head.
I see you and i know there there is magic,
But i haven't felt it in years.
I cant feel it here.

Too bad.
I know its there.
I asked you if you kissed him.
You said in the parking lot.
we laughed.
I follow with my eyes
I know there is nothing there.
Blinking one eye at a time.
Maybe we'll end on this.
Ken Sheetz Nov 2010
2 years till bored.
The fall holds me in.
I tripped over the cord
to my guitar.

My ears grow cold.
Behind blind eyes, bored.
I tripped over the door
to my bedroom

You're the cold hands that keep me stubbing my fingers.
You're the cold feet tapping my knees, kick me in bed.
Keeping me moving just to stave the chills from running on me,
with the smiles from me. We aren't quite sure what they mean.

2 years till
the fall holds me in.
I tripped over the cord
to my guitar.

just to stop

you're the cold hands,
you're the cold feet,
you're everything
holding me back.
Ken Sheetz Aug 2010
I ride along,
I ride alone.
No one to know.
No where to go.

I ride again and I ride tonight alone
drifting through the infinite
drifting with these bits of rock
not cold or hot
my friends drift off.

No attachment to thee
its not really free
not trapped but infinitely alone
anyone I meet will have no attachment
to me
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