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I want to connect the dots;
To create constellations
across my skin
in the places you've left
blurred bruises with your lips

You've made a map
guiding me away from who I was
and towards
who I will be
h.w. Wednesday
 Jun 2015 Sam Stone Grenier
Akemi
Swallow your glass whole
Nothing will
Burning through your open closed
Swing, miss, swing

There’s an empty grave beneath the park
Where smiling children sing hymns to a silent dark

Who was suffocating
Once here, or nowhere?
Yellow toothed maniac
Down, dead, dying

I’ve worn my neck right through
Thinking of you
3:27pm, June 29th 2015

Nothing is ever as it seems. The world is shrouded in lies.
capture the
smooth winds
capture the
forest green eyes of
the moon
radiate all
of
my dream within
quiet is
the stream
reflected gold
it seems
sweet the morning air
side by side
for the
rest of
our lives
look around
speechless sky
without a sound
all
this part of me
i have found
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palpable piquant
pastel scream
surrounded by
portentous
dream

seafoam and symmetry
loquacious land
shuddering snow
and
sibilant sand

caustic, cocaphonous
calypso clouds
awed by the
eloquent
elongated
shrouds

burnt to mere
nothingness
negated, naught
turbulent
truculent
trickling
thought

dense and dowdy
docile and dubious
rousing and rowdy
quiet and studious

grating, gallumphing
gruesome
ground
supine and succulent

asymmetrical
sound



soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015
Having fun with alliteration

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 Jun 2015 Sam Stone Grenier
NV
slam.
 Jun 2015 Sam Stone Grenier
NV
I'M
JUST
ANOTHER
BIRD
THAT
DIED
-
TRYING
TO
FLY
INTO
YOUR
BEDROOM
WINDOW.
The young postman
Walked the midnight lane
Remembering the scent of lonely Gregory
But who is Gregory? He never knew.
Only the scent from the age-worn letters
in his hands.
Full of moths
And Lavender.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing' that he's chasing

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.
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