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I dreamed of 839 last night,
I dreamed the gang was back together
and it really messed me up.

Here comes the last festival
of this lost summer,
*"Safe as ****."
Quote:
Line Six from Jeremy Faxman in Human Traffic [1999]
would you allow a stranger to invade your life?
would you let noise overcome your melody?
would you dare to open door for someone you don't know?
would you take the risk?
'cause I did
and I don't regret doing it

that when a new taste blends within your soul
a new face is smiling next to your whole
the sun was left unseen, for your eyes were enough
and the colorful stripes shine brighter than they did
I was overwhelmed, indeed

but the door, you broke the door
and all of melody's crashed on the floor
you were different, a faceless who
how fool of me, to trust in you
you who play the pretentious game
but, sorry, no, that game's too lame

you were a stranger
and nothing but a stranger
you will always be stranger who's faces are danger
don't worry, you can stop pretending now
I have let silence overcome this noise
I closed the door for anyone's voice
it's a great risk that I took
and look,
I did
and I don't regret doing it
 Aug 2017 Michael Angelo
Blake
Souls burning,.
Hot embers remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in black,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the sparks arising from the abyss,.
Where the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,
 Aug 2017 Michael Angelo
Isabelle
To you, love was about multitudes
To me, love was inordinate

“I love you” I would say
“How much” you would ask
-Lang Leav

You like specifics, you like to hear
How much I do, how much I can
But darling, my love is inordinate
I couldn’t quantify, it’s too lavish
Sometimes unconscionable
And multitudes is never enough
If you ever ask me again
I’ll ask you to count the star
On every galaxy
Until you loses track
I’ll ask you to count every grain of sand
On every ocean floor
Until you ran out of numbers
I’ll ask you to listen to my heartbeat
On every second of the day
Until the infinite of infinities ends
And if ever you asked me again
Of how much I love you
That’s my definition of “how much”
12:38 am poem. Inspired by Lang
The war horses came fitted with promises of pleasure
busted down the door then tickled me to death with a feather
I'd let these clever professors pick apart my leather
so long as they remembered to disassemble my temper
The rain clouds look like cyanide capsules turned inside out
I kinda wish they were so I could show you how a turkey drowns
 Aug 2017 Michael Angelo
Slur pee
I found it, finally...

A perfect mirroring,
Who makes me less incomplete.

But Life only breathes with greed;

So it took him away from me,
But at least it left the feelings.
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