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Oct 2014
Head so deep,
Can't even speak;
The water drains,
Around my feet.

Got here how,
It's hard to say;
Can't reach that
Surface anyway.

I hear them coming,
For my soul;
Dragging chains,
Made of gold.

And, out they scream:
"EstΓ‘ lista, hombre;"
You had your chance,
Now sing ALL psalm praise.

Head so wrapped,
My heart goes wild;
When I think,
About the tile:

Spans the room,
And arches my mind;
Twitch and forget,
The concept of time.

Is this still real life?
What's happened to me?
I've seen how it ends,
And I hardly can breathe!

And yes indeed;
My Brothers and Sisters,
Are starting to scatter,
And spread;
They've nothing to do,
But bounce on through,
The opportunities seem,
to have fled.

I wish them luck,
All I've to spare;
I've left their plane,
Of saddened care.

And, on another,
I've beached my troubles;
Undertow,
Pulls the puddles...

...far up stream,
They shuffle.

You step in one,
At first, don't mind;
Then you feel,
The grunt and grim.

Wish you'd taken,
Smaller spite;
Just want your,
Attention tonight.

Was I out of line,
Asking tonight:
For you to always,
Be happy despite:

The very,
Scary,
Blood,
And,
Dairy.

A child is wonderful news,
To me dear;
Why would you ever,
Have such a fear.

I said that, "I love you,"
And, I'm sticking to it;
My opinion remains,
I'm ready, let's do this.

A life spent together,
Is something quite sweet,
You piggyback and cuddle:
Your fears and defeats...

...And leave your sweet,
Children:
A legacy to roam,
The spatial genuflection.

The noises go bump......
Bump.........................
Bump................
***­p........
In the....
Night.

Too far out for one session,
Too deep treading into heaven;
Too late now to turn back,
Too much line, too much slack.

Run, run,
My little demons;
While the coffee,
Brings the reason;

And the reason,
Brings the trick;
We float on,
Our coffee fix.

Chow y'all.
Friday,
Strong brew.
CP Walker
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