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And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Deep within are the chared remnants of a once burning emotion
Almost elemental in structure
The flames that burned as bright as a star's corona halo
Yet faded in despair to dark emotionless remains
For many that light will burn as bright as a thousand suns
And burn for their eternity
For others all that is left are the ashes of a love
Now gone, a past
Yet understand emotions are not static
For they wax and wain as the day does
They transform as ice melts or steam rises
Fear anger love hate jealousy are but facets all of the same
Only time and place shows their current state
What is cold to you is the warmth another feels
So don't judge a love of things by your understanding
Simply understand yourself
Hobbling out of bed
Half dead
I'm led
To the bathroom
The shower a vacuum
Of my powerlessness
But first i ****
Then get in
**** out the contaminants
Of my ***** habits
And i scrub
I scrub off
The plastic love
The mean mug
And tug on my ****
Plant a vision til it pops
And drop
To the shower floor
Tilt my head back
And gurgle to the gods
For more
Scrub the grill
Lay a towel on the floor
Suit up for a war
Two sprays of cologne
And im out the door
Headphones on
Angels atoning
To the morning
As im floating
Through the fog
Descending in my grog
Along the path
Like a lab rat
For a slab of cheese
Through the swamps
And trees
Trampling
Dead things
And leafs
And im seen
By nobody
As i ascend a hill
To the corporate power
Where ill cower
For nine hours
Before reporting home
Going to bed
And waking up
To do it all again
Its blue collar zen
And im bored
So fraking bored
With my chores
Id rather scribble sounds
Into forms
Verbal storms
Visual cores
Implored
To explore
The tortured
Terms in torrents
Of turbulent
Talks with dead gods
And im born
Into the horns
Ive sworn
To protect
In widows peaks
And deepened
Speeches
I'm infected
With my perfection
Torn
In the muffled traces
Of noiselessness
Among the space-less
Distances
To my sentences
Taking out the crackles
And recording
Over the blemishes
Relishing
The fragile moments
Of eloquence
In **** jokes
And threatening
Gestures
Jesting
The restructuring
Of molesting
Verbiage beat
Over the mic
Delusions enticed
In my writes
Of fights
In long sleepless nights
Of rhyming
With bad timing
And mumbling
Of slimy things
Bubbling in the cuts
Dubsteped to **** fits
Sunkissed in lacking curtains
Disturbing the certainty
Of sleep
And cheapening
My dreams
Rolling over
Planting my feet
Upon wood floors
Hobbling toward
Tomorrow
Sorrowfully
Repeating
The same thing
Washing away the sleep
And fleeing
My creativity
For the rest of the week


(in progress)
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
 May 2013 Patricia Drake
Chuck
Alone on the road today
Miles to wander to ponder
Hours to fuel the engine
With thoughts, conundrums
Pedal, perspire, perspective
Miles to wander to ponder
Visions of nature flash
Before my glazed eyes
Buds, bugs, and a streaming current
River rushing, birds flittering
Engine hammering pedals
Miles of beauteous nature
Miles of freedom and euphoria
Mile after mile of thoughts
And all I dreamed about
Was you
Mile after mile after mile
Of you
This can be changed to kilometers for my non American friends. Haha Mile sounds more poetic to me.
 May 2013 Patricia Drake
M
Fog
 May 2013 Patricia Drake
M
Fog
I went to sleep
with
clouds in my eyes.

I woke up to
more
clouds in my mind.
I'm not here
To make a friend
Not to **** your ****
Nor distort your zen
I'm not here
To show my stuff
Not flaunt my sack
Or call your bluffs
I'm not here
To teach you ****
Not to give a ****
Or give you tips
I'm just here
To save my work
Wipe my brow
In completed works
Spit it raw
Rework the quirks
This pallets precious
A poets smirk
The words they scowl
The verbiage lurks
The hordes they prowl
They have their perks
You belong to the sun
And I belong to the dark
You can be the brain
And I will be the heart
We can be a bullet
And finish where we start
Those **** me eyes
And partial smile
Have me dying inside
And getting wild
She could ****** me up
In the ****
She defiles
With that smirk
And i hurt
To bleed her
To break her
Make her ***
Need her
Take her
Share her none
She could be mine
And happy
If only once
Keep her
Tweak her
Fapping after blunts
Summers starting
summers ending
A summer of love
Share it
Fair it
For what its done
We are
We were
We will be only one
She ***** me
I **** her
We pass out drunk
She might
But i cant get enough
She shakes when shes happy
And likes it rough
She fights
She bites
We growl when we ***
Cut her
Bruise her
Breathe into her lungs
Whispers
Promises
All the above
Tend to her
Caress her
Give her what she wants
Marry her
Praise her
Swear to her love
Keep her
Need her
Ill wake up
Had her never
Or even ever
But i feel the loss
Saw her
Paused unto her
Still shaking it off
Shes gone
She walks
She walks away
I'm here
Shes there
And will likely stay
For now
For ever
For whatever we make
Im there
Shes here
We know our place
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