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 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Joe Cole
Fear not the man in black, his vicious bite nor evil sting
For when your time on earth is done you'll sit beside the King
Fear not your time of passing from this sad forbidding land
For when your time on earth is done you'll sit at Gods right hand
I'd hold you in my arms and speak
The soothing word you once spoke
When I was lost and all alone
With no where to go.
No home no love

Do you remember?
I believe you can,
You're a star and
A unique type of  girl


How perfect it sounded.
You were my friend
My help and inspiration
When you need me I am yours

I will always care
The way that you did
You helped me
Now let me help you

If my problems
Are your problems
Then your problems
Are my problems

I will stand by you
For you're a star
My one true friend
My inspiration
Sat listening to music... finding inspiration
Maybe I don't cry,
But it hurts.
Maybe I won't say,
But I feel.
Maybe I don't show,
But I care.
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i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Pure as snow
or
a unpainted rose
but
colors that commingle within
like
anything else
because
nothing is just as it seems.

No
not just white
look
with open eyes
look
on the edge
and
in the middle
see
the warm Easter yellow
that
draws blind eyes in
look
towards the end
or
bottom of
see
the light inviting gray
that
brings outs the depth, definition, and shape.

Pieces of art
hung above
in a gallery
titled
Troposphere.
Flames growing higher
Tattooing my senses with pain
As I suffer in this void
Calling out to you
Falling upon deaf ears
Wondering where things fell through
And why you fell away
Living Hell devouring foundations
Taking away reasons to fail
One final injustice
Now shared with you
As indifference is devoured
And hatred consumed
In this mouth of jagged, scorching teeth
And the beast that now feasts
It shows no judgment
It knows no partiality
Oh, the irony
I hear your final thoughts
Locked within your final screams
As the fire takes us both
Together in the end
Melting in hatred's loving embrace
An older write from my darker days that was another idea for a short horror story that became this instead. I have never successfully written any of the short stories I have tried to write. They all ended up becoming poems or songs.
Wake up screamin’ in the middle of the night
I taste the bile that’s starting to rise
And know that I’m in hell again
‘Cause the zombie mother ******* are screamin’ outside
More real than the demons in my own mind
And maybe I should let them in
‘Cause the world’s already been eatin’ at my brain
And everything I’ve done has been in vain
So dead inside is all I am
With all the human monsters drainin’ me
Feedin’ on my pain and misery
I’m already feedin’ the ******

Tonight I’ll die without you
You can’t control my demise
I’ll suffer well without you
I’m already dead inside

I open up the door and walk to the end
Of the drive and my life, where my new friends
Are just like me, so dead inside
I welcome them and their cold embrace
And smile as the blood pours down my face
Their teeth the last thing through my mind
I wake with a hunger like never before
And find I have never wanted anything more
Than feeding on the living brain
My ******* neighbor’s still asleep in his bed
He wakes up screaming as I empty his head
That ******* died in horrible pain

Tonight I live without you
I can’t control my appetite
I’ll feed my pain without you
I am dead inside

It seems each victim wears your face
And now a thought I can’t erase
I’m wasting this gift I’ve been given
I leave a ****** trail right to your door
And find you huddled up on the floor
Regrettin’ the life you’re barely livin’
You see it’s me and start to scream
As a feeling so much better than any dream
Comes as I taste the waste inside your head
I smile as the life inside you fades
And the pain you’ve been feeding on starts to invade
Just like me, you are the living dead!

Tonight, I have devoured you
I’ve become your demise
I have finally shown you
What it’s like to be dead inside

Your misery becomes you
So lost and empty inside
I’ve given what I owe you
Just like me, you’re dead inside
This is an older song written from an idea for a slightly comedic zombie horror story, which became this instead. Written in the style of, and as a tribute to, Misfits.
Why I'm Single

You know men are just plain better
At most things that we do
You may say wait one minute
But inside you know it's true

A man can change a tire
We can even build a house
We know when it's time to talk
And when to shut our mouth

Some woman think we're crazy
So I've been told a time or two
If only they would listen
When we tell them what to do

Well as a man myself I'll tell you
Exactly what you need
I know that you will understand
For your job is just to please

Now it could be that a woman's job
Is much harder then I think
For after all I'm not dead yet
And that still amazes me

I've heard woman say they can't believe
I've been single for so long
Then they shake their head and walk away
I think there's something I'm doing wrong

What could it be,..lol


**Carl Joseph Roberts
...Now before I get any hate mail, this is just a joke on being a chauvinistic pig. This is not at all how I feel.  I have three older sisters and I 100% know that woman can do most things better then men. I admire and respect all woman.
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