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Les Zehm Apr 2013
runnin thru her mind just to get her to notice me
i tripped and a fell n asked for help..just pretending
easily and noticeably.
Or maybe he's just too easy and noticeable
no show of control and if this is so
than that is so, me I he though, he isn't a runner
so she showed him what he didn't know
right before summer.
Les Zehm Apr 2013
What keeps me happy makes me happy,
can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me,
What happened at sea?
Connecting closer and closer to you and you,
it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to,
walking through the valley of doom,
with a capital V for vicious, vastly,
and the various moon;
I was swept to my back by the scariest broom,
left breathless, meat of my body unstressed
and stretch less for the world to consume.
Woken up my throats choken up
from all this rough spoken stuff, though
none was really spoken to me but
rath spoken through me, while thinking
I'm being consumed when I was only consuming.
Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ******* sue me!
But all you'll get is what I've given to ya,
the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.
Les Zehm Apr 2013
open eyes open doors,
across these open floors.
the shut door that locked me out,
created draft and opened more.
Les Zehm Apr 2013
Living with the air,
younger than the sun,
the moon watches all,
when the suns shade is done.

clouds graze from out to in,
giving air a chance to breath,
inhaling wind from exhaled sins,
the exhaled has a better name to leave.
Les Zehm Apr 2013
I'm a crumb up under a rug
with these city wide hairs
stretched over above.
pillows of dust
to smother my lust
and my trust for the ground
until violently interrupted
with the silently,
"don't **** with"
lastly, and last to be stuck with
shot down by the flock,
to a pile of duckshit.
my own. where i come from,
I've grown.
Though not for all to be known,
but through my existence its shown

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