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It's four o clock in the ******* morning,
And I'm making coffee,
And binge eating vegan chili from a can,
And charcoal-ing naked women,
And getting ******* emotional over Kardashian reruns.
How did this even become my life?
******* it.
I am so unsettled right now.
I miss my man.
White walls
White walls
Brick walls
Small walls.
Don't be fooled.
They can hear you screaming.
They just don't care.
Albany Rosaline Smith.
On Mondays Albany went down to the store to get milk.
Her mother always gave her twenty five cents.
Twenty for the milk,
And five for some candy.
All the boys she passed along the way would tell her how she was
Genuinly beautiful.
And she knew it.
Albany was gorgeous.
On her sixteenth birthday she let Bobby Fisher
**** her under the oak tree
Out back in the feild behind the pond.
"You're something special there, Albany,"
He told her.
She knew it was true,
But it was a nice gesture,
So she let him **** her from behind this time.
Albany became Misses Fisher two years later,
Three weeks after graduation.
It was just the thing to do back then.
They had four kids,
And she was a good mom.
Mathilda, Lizabeth, Marcus, and Temprance.
Three of which were Bobby's.
One of which was the town physician's.
Bobby never knew.
He was a mill worker.
He was not very bright.
But Albany was.
Bright and Beautiful.
She died at the age of forty-two.
She was ***** an killed by the doctor.
He was also the mortician,
So no one questioned it.
It was a small town.
I want to feel myself move slowly through you
I want to feel your skin against my skin
I want to know the day without will give way to the night within
My mind wanders through these thoughts of you
While my body sits for hours like a statue made of stone
Making love to your soul—With the essence of my own.
Gazing intently, passionately into each other's eyes—
These eyes become the portal through which our souls collide.
Transcending the physical. It's a super-human experience,
It's two souls becoming intertwined; moving through each other.
Divinity and beauty beyond words; beyond reason; beyond logic; beyond time.
And so with fire racing through my veins, and quickening breaths
At the very thought, I wait ever patiently to be with you my love.
I edited the title, the original just didn't fit.
empty expression on your face,
a weary traveler with untied shoelace.
you look years way off your prime,
now a remnant left by time.
where were the vultures who preyed on your ****,
who stayed with you for they scavenged your meal.
now you solely walk the streets,
glancing at the faces of people you meet.
life gave you so much then,
you have everything except for a queen.
but you lose yourself and went astray,
overdosed and overused you went the wrong way.
you stayed on that track for years,
cause you can't escape the devil in your ears.
finally you saw your reflection on the water,
a blurry image so clear you staggered.
what happened to me? you asked,
and shook your head as you remembered the past.
tears trickled down to your lips,
where you taste your own anguish and the nightmares
from your sleep.
your heart cried out in agony and pain,
for you left behind those who waited in vain.
you washed your face and turned around,
walk the opposite direction,
you're homeward bound.
When it is time to finally let go
When it is time to forget her and move forward
I know it can sometimes hurt
But it doesn't compare to the pain she has already caused
I am getting better I am becoming stronger
I had become so lost in her fake love
I can now see her for who she truly is for who she truly was
I fell in love with the girl I hoped her to be
I fell in love with a girl that never existed
But I am getting better I am becoming stronger
At first I was upset
At first I did want to cry
I could feel the salty tears wanting to form in my eyes
I swallowed hard I held it down
I wanted to apologize but then I thought why?
A thousand times she has hurt me
A thousand times she has made me cry
I was not about to apologize for finally speaking what was on my mind
I had lost my voice but it has returned
I want to shout hear my roar!
Divine Minds Transcend

Staring out into the night sky the sound of thunder shakes the trees
A circle of planets hovers in the distance a starry bridge stretches out before me
I see with my third eye an alternate existence ascending me into a higher conscious reality
I see an upside-down pyramid floating over a circle of dancing monkeys

So here we go again searching for the truth
It’s deep inside the looking glass
where only few breakthrough

Do you try hard to open the eye in your mind?
The sound of cries ignite another crash landing
Emotions rise deceptive minds are bending
Does anyone know how much I suffered from this
I lived life, lost and confused then watched my fate descending

So there I was again searching for the truth
I searched inside the looking glass until I finally broke through

I fell into a strange world a world inside a dream
It was there that I found a circle of planets magically hovering
A starry bridge to an alternate existence ascending me into a higher conscious reality
I saw with my third eye an upside-down pyramid
floating over a circle
a circle of humanity

It was there I broke my ego and found the real me
© JDMaraccini 2013
a child-heartbeat has such power
to sway ideas
and turn the tide
hence -
show adult-folly


1.
emperor bays the crowd
to flatter
invisible trappings
of grandeur and prowess


2.
when blind to the obvious
talk is no good




och, man
just freaking forget it*




(what good is talk... when the COMMON voice is not heard?
                               ...  when yet another child-heartbeat is lost?)





S T, 5 sept
how many more child-heartbeats will we lose . . . in haste?
it's easy to stand with a (even semi-rallying) crowd behind you, yet -
at the end of the day
when you nicely tuck in YOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR child,
can you breathe easy
knowing that, due to a command given or act commited
(directly or not) from your remote-hand:
some other parent
cannot?

EVERY CHILD IS OUR CHILD.
We are killing the future !!
Even surviving child-heartbeat may bear bitter memory-seeds, catapulting unbroken-cycle.
  
Shame on us all.. sis, man.. we have at our disposal so much of ability to DO GOOD.
Man, we have precious chances to prove we can do BETTER.. instead :(




sub-entry: visit

should I visit you
in your home
and you don't like what I say...

would you now show me your ill-placed power
and
hold a gun to my head?

yes, I'm afraid, indeed
to EVER visit you

not fearing you
but your unwieldy hand
born of folly-haste
and blind-avarice

the balance is not righted
in blood-spill
ever.

( would you be willing
to write
a **** poem
in
child-blood?):
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