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Norman Lyons Apr 2013
You sleep on the sea
Moon glowing on the ripples
While the trees dance in the breeze
She stands on sand
I swim without  palms
Awaken from the empty book
The ***** hands pinch my nails
Sails of old as cold as the hearts of gold
The stingray which releases its fury
I bite the tail of my own rough skin
Float away
Float to your shallow grave
Touch the fishes that kiss my tongue
But give me one chance to obtain true love
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
I am what others perceive
Damaged
Broken
Unworthy
Forgotten
Ugly
Worthless
Untalen­ted
Boring
Gross
So who cares
Let my soul fly through the air
So I may be judged by the truth
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
Where is my moon?
I ask these questions to you
I need a woman so self assured
A gem so beautiful & hungry for truth
Where's the love I so willingly yern for?
I guess i'll be searching for you in another life time
For I've looked in my life time without success
My hope for true love is all but gone
I wished for long conversations
Intimate kisses
****** curesses
So my scroll of what could be is dead
The willow tree of her & I pictured in my mind is gone
The slow song of when we first engage in tender love making is erased
Im sorry for my displaced non existence hope of love
A fairy tale unfit for this awful era of life
So let me end this with 2 words
Why love?
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
Ruined morning
So up and early
Rarely motivated
My eyes burning
Washed face
Awaken my nerves
My kingdom
Forgotten words
Misplaced
Foul taste
Ciggerette smoke
Chokes
Broke
Looking for rope
Give me head
Lay in bed
Your lips pink & red
I finally sleep
After i weep
Forever feeling incomplete
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
I pay no mind
To the sweet sounds what seems to good to be true
For what strikes the ears with the hope & imagination of a child is but a faulty promise
I wish i had a partner in this empty world
To see what is real
That life is overrated and a over due bill
You never catch up
So with my pillow Coving my head
I shield myself from the circus outside my window
I drown in the undertow of whats already meant
Losing the fragments that fragmented me as I sit
And died and then left
I father the broken
All the while im around the disused who bath in a toilet
Crossed fingers
Lazy eyed
Wondering to find there place
Let me gather my Daisies
Condemn the wealth that abandons hungry babies
And let me sleep in peace
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
I want a white rose
Sharp torns
Long stem
Placed at the edge of her bed
I fell for her sultry essence
Violent love making
Sensual tongue that licked my neck
While her hips ****** against mine
Without shame using the lords name in vain
Im lost for words
She was my addiction i so willfully gave into
We released our anger & frustration within four walls
Finishing with our last deep breaths
Covered in sweat
I want her to awake to that white rose & long stem
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
Oh how i yern for a classy girl like the one in my dream
The type you see on  the silver screen
Romantically spoken
Unraveling her ****** being without showing anything
God was I born in the wrong era
To have a beauty around my arms worth the sincere charms
Would be my moment of triumph
Taking her on a moonlignt drive listening to some jazz
Or a lovely candle lit dinner with roses to make her blush
Oh what a rush it would be to find my dream girl from the sliver screen
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