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I met a wilting ***** by the roadside,
she was barefoot and drowned by the riptide,
she said,
that had swallowed her up
over the course of her time.

I sat down beside her in the rubble,
hubble, bubble and a load of trouble,
she said,
that business must come first,
so she doesn't waste my time.

I told her I was just another waste,
another scrap of food without the taste,
I said
that I would stay with her
and live without clocks and time.

She waved off kindness with her ruined hands,
she knew not love but customer demands,
she said,
no man has kissed me since
my father ran out of time.

We talked for hours more in summer heat,
she was hungry but she refused to eat,
she said,
to find beauty I must
keep thin and defy all time.

At night she stumbled back onto her feet,
for some loose-skinned man she'd promised to meet
she said,
“tonight I have found love,
as if gifted from all the stars above,
but the city bells have begun to chime
and I'm afraid love cannot stop the time.”
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 Mar 2014 Martín Antonío
Kagami
I have one last request. **** me.
Help me run away. Anything.
I sit here in agonizing pain as
I press my frozen fingertips
Into my burning eyes,
Trying,
Fighting,
Murdering every tear that threatens to escape.
I feel chilled across every expanse of my skin and
I wait for the end that I have wanted for so long.
 Mar 2014 Martín Antonío
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The unending fall
Without a beginning
Is no fall at all

Nobody falls
Without jumping
Or being pushed
Eyes filled with light
My heart soars
You're out of sight
Voice so tender
Sunsets and stars I begin to remember  
Musically intertwined , poetically defined
Every time we speak , sweep me off my feet
Every time we meet , its like the first time
And at every single glance
Our souls begin to dance
I was sent to you for a special purpose.
The years with you have always been perfect.
Though i act like the main clown from a circus.
I can't count How many tears you shed.
Bearley paying rent and still getting us fed.
My father figure was an action figure, figuring out Actions to get the dealer to deliver.
So my power ranger toys would get dismembered.
You would always made me content. Played both roles without manly experience.
Your still the Man at your defense. always in touch with your sixth sense.
I was a trouble maker in school the big boy breaking all the rules and rulers. Fascinated by the thrill until i became a consumer
learned a bit sooner then most, THC had me floating Like boats.
I was no longer the same but my good kid iiimage Maintained.
My mom would get called upon my suspension, I knew the belt was expected but a bad student never learns his lesson. Somedays you would expect perfection. When im only human,
your name calling made feel inhuman. only building my seclusion.
You also made mistakes. made my world collapse worse then the world trade.
I would get kicked out at an alarming rate.
I ended up catching cases, learned how to count my rooms bricks spacings.
Still you showed me your patience
when any sign of hope for me was annihilated.
How can you take me back? after every time your heart i stabbed, this character trait of yours i lack. Of always Giving another chance.
I thank the lord for your presence, my appreciation Can never fit in some sentence.
It would take two life times of presents, the fountain of youth for your years to lessen, and a world full of white picket fences.
Your my guardian angel. Here to strangle any demon who tries to tangle. - IMMORTAL VICE.
In looking for that someone
To make my life just right,
Hope it won't be like Evangeline
Who will past me in the night,

One that will be just right for me
In size, weight, and height,
I've looked far and waited long
Could they have passed me in the night?
Will my heavenly wings be splendid
Will they sparkle like the dew?
Will they be rhinestones and pendants
In my halo all shiny and new?

Will my halo need adjusting
Or will it fit like a glove?
I better get my order in early
To the great shop up above.

Will they likely be tarnished
Smudged, dingy, or singed?
Soiled or possibly rumpled
Without and maybe within?

Might they be too heavy
Or even a little too tight?
I am hoping and I'm praying
They'll fit and be just right.


March 16 1993
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