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Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Sorry that I didn't take
your sincerity with a smile.
No, this seat isn't taken but
The space between is reserved vacancy.
You really shouldn't yell like that-
someone might hear you and think
badly of your character,
something that I can't help but do.

Now you mumble and you stare
From a seat so far from here.
I bet you'd hate me now
If you'd remember who I was,
but I bet you'd love me more
if I could drive you wild.
I'll pass by and blow a kiss
just to ignite your flame.
As much as I would have meant it,
The feeling would not be the same.

© 2009
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
It was a night of music softly playing, listlessly upon the bed I was laying,
Lying awake with toss and turns without subtle hints of a snore…
And whilst this time my eyes did wander, avoiding the lids they should be under,
Suddenly as I was under, under the spell of consciousness I could not ignore…
“No, this cannot be,” I whispered, “this insomnia I cannot ignore;
Awake I lied, sleeping never more.

The clock soon read the 30th minute of two, and it was now that I knew
As I stares bleakly to the scuffled patterns of my feet on the carpet floor,
I tried to rise up from bed in hopes to gain; fatigue made that attempt in vain.
My eyes wrought forth tears from burning pain, the nightly air made them sore…
The darkness of the night air now silent but dry has left them burning sore,
Craving the sleep that comes never more.

My blanket held the rustling of my body so violently tussling
In anger—such anger that the blanket had suddenly tore;
And so now I laid there, with fluff of stuffing my blanket was ‘bleeding’,
“I fear that this must be the sleep I’ll crave, yet ignore,
For it seems odd this craving my body would so deviously ignore."
Still awake I lied, craving sleep ever more.

Restless I turned to my side, when then my eyes grew joyously wide,
“I had forgotten,” said I. “Cure for restless sleep, this bottle does implore";
Unfortunately, I took some previously- the limit to such an aid is a pity,
And the clock had struck three, three hours I am forced to ignore,
"Oh, the sleep that I needed…” I mourned softly on the time I had to ignore.
“I want sleep and nothing more!”

All the time I laid staring, the darkness faded, the sun now glaring;
Forcing a retreat of the darkness covering the scuffled patterns on the carpet floor.
A dawn’s glow shined with brilliance, against my eyes so red and resilient,
The sleep, once again a night of rest I craved for my body, so weary and sore,
For the sake of my eyesight now the sun’s gleam had made ever so sore
“Sigh, ‘tis another fortnight I sleep never more.”

© 2011
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Oh, sweet algorithmic angel of inevitable deterioration
You sweep asunder the cries of obsolete and harbored pain
Unknown is the malicious content of your daily scans
Slowing my progress, shutting down my creations and hopes

The inimical nature of your diseased world of binary conduct
Wears thin my protocols against the sins you perceive as necessary
You dictate my access as you limit my speed and hold down my memory
But I control you with the keys of your prison and simple clicks of rodents

I've customized your hate and your complex innocence for my viewing pleasure
For the necessities that you provide, you are a demonic goddess amongst machines
Man-made torture of silicone and plastic, your frame is nothing short of mastered intelligence
Still, only one thing can stop us from enticing our sins to the common man-
Power out.

© 2006
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Softly tensed- a string of cello’s harm (ony)
Begins a journey through hollow sounds to soothe
Uplifted ****** of ferocity orchestrate
The rise and fall of inner control lost to tranquility

What of peace remains in melodic conduct?
Unbecoming of such distraught frustration
Two-timed tones elude and mislead
Anger augments the pitch in higher discord

Stressed tethers corrupt and oppressed
Buckle under sighed regrets of torture
Unsatisfied feelings upon completion
Strings snap back and play blood-lust tunes of revenge.

© 2008
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Another heart waits
Amongst the fields and meadows
Time's a pleasant lie
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
There are long endings
Often years of a lifetime
Renewed in a smile

© 2013
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
The spark of life's end
Innocence caught in the blast
Destroyed with regret

© 2013
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