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 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
Poetic T
I wish not to be taken in my
sleep, stolen away. not knowing
its my time as in the dream state
you had taken me away.

I would feel that like a thief you'd
stolen my life not knowing that you
were there, just that you took my
last moments away, never to open
my eyes once more my last sight
taken from my gaze.

The day time is the time I wish
for I can see who takes me and
say good bye to all. I could see
and hear my last breath and
word goodbye.

I would gladly be taken as you
would hold me by the hand, see those
who loved me as the light took me
I would not fall.

Please not in the night like a thief,
taking my last moments stealing me
away in darkness, for me daylight is
the time I wish to move on to see you
as taken beyond the veil and I see it
all.
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
PrttyBrd
Cloaked in the dark of night
The soul breathes
Inhaling deeply
The shadows breed within
Devouring all
Leaching out to maculate
Disseminating its wicked tendrils
Consumption is absolute
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 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
PrttyBrd
This, the first promise
A test of trust, of will, of want
No excuses, time will tell
A smile so liquid, designed to taunt
Will there be disappointment
To join me in hell?
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Alone
With my thoughts
In the dark
Of the night

Moonless
Starless
Dreams now take flight

I dream of tomorrow
And of days long since past
I sit in the dark
Alone here at last

I once wanted peace
And quiet within
Now I know loneliness
And quiet within

I want sunlight
And warmth from another
Chaos and laughter
I want my true lover
do you like the way
your emptiness feels

fingertips
tracing
fragile glass jars
empty
on the windowsill

your eyes look at me
from them
empty
like the echo
of what you thought
empty like my heart

the question
hangs between us
and i nod my head
yes
before i can shake it
no
it's not okay
anymore
and nothing that you say
counts
Bell of flesh.
Clapper of bone.
My joints sing pain.

10W
Bad day.
Nobody needs this misery.
What a human concept- time.
The fact we choose to live our lives defined
by something so different,
all across the globe.

These passing of the hours
always "on time", meeting the next deadline
under these pressures we often cower.

Yet,
look to the trees
at the seas,
in the sky
and tell me which one is worrying
over losing a little time?

None.
Mother Nature couldn't be happier
then to plant herself down
and live every moment to it's fullest
letting days, weeks and years
slip by.
I think I'm gonna live on my own time
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