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The Valley I Walk!

Roads all have paths to choose from
Barricades block those who want to walk a certain path.
Those who walk a path must follow that path or begin anew.
Those who block one from walking are either selfish or ignorant.
There are those who block with meaning and only want the best for you.

Roads and Barricades are in my path
Barricades shall be blasted by my fury those who walk with shall not face my Wrath.
I walk a road I chose Barricade it and that barricade will be met with my darkness
Those who block my path are zombies, those zombies forget their dealing with a monster of Justice.

Warning for all who stand against me
Barricade my path and you shall see how long you can stand.
Let me pass and I will make it my duty to not smite you down
For if i see a barricade again, the only thing you'll see is the bitter End!
I look like a badly stuffed cushion gone thread bare

as I pile on the weight and lose my hair

but as long as you love me I don't care

Greek gods arent as loved as an old teddy bear
Writing.
Perfect way
of losing yourself
in thoughts and dreams
that seem to become reality.
© 2012
Started writing my stories again. Maybe I'll finish one this time.
Times tackle on the threads.
We beat the strand seahorse
Dashed, unfurl the curling
Toes, your body twists
In the boat, only ribs
From the spirit waters.  
Your fish fins from the net,
My rod pins on the pine
And the hooked meat, your barb,
Reels as it plays the swampy
Moan of the gutted bait.
Filthy brown bag floats
In a stagnant tidal pool.
Discarded garbage.
 Sep 2012 Loren Mercier
V Messy
remember in my story
how you wept on the monument
your tears staining the feet of soldiers
row men
who killed amply and without judgment
your eyes do that now
rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales
your hands are deeper than they used to be
i think you’ve burnt a real levy this time
the shores agree and mock my tone
creeping
like your hair brushed along my back
im soothed by the patience
of eyes
tying me to a fever
that begins below the skin
have me for dinner
and don’t look at me once
just mouth words
like pacifier
and forget-me-not
wishes like be the one
please i beg
for scraps from the table
bits of meats
ripped with your teeth
glistening with your spit
the devouring of my mind
Hush brain hush
he's perfect.
Stop trying
to make
him into
inmate
number
L1267.
L1267
is a long way away,
and they took
his wings
ten years ago,
thank Science.
It's the only
place he exists.
Everywhere
else he is absent
and always
has been and
will be.
Rot, you egg.
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