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 Feb 2014 Scott T
A B Perales
It was the
warmth
I felt at
the sound
of her voice
that assured
me it had
returned.
The way she
stared directly
into my eyes as I
spoke.
The way
she waited
patiently
while I
struggled
with the
stammer.

I placed
the times
with her deep
within the
caverns of
my memory.
In the
bright
place where
all of the
good times
are kept.

I did what
was right
before I had
a chance to
let her
down or
to hurt her in
the way only
I knew
how to
do.

I loved her
for a week
then let
her go.
It was the
only right
thing
to
do.
 Feb 2014 Scott T
A B Perales
I aimed the old car
south and
ran as many red
lights as my luck
would allow.

Kept my sunglasses
on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
the magic of
my radio.

Left the madness of
the city and
entered the
land where
atomic  bombs
and peoples sanity
have both
been tested.

Desert roads
littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made
in Vegas.

I took a toot
off the side of
my hand like
I seen them do in
the movies.

Wasted the better
part of my stash
on this foolish
trick.

This ride I'm
taking is real.

On my way
I'll be looking for a
wild young girl
to roll my joints
and laugh at my
jokes,give my eyes
a place to rest in.

I'm looking for
a lovely from the
low side of town.
Whose  spirit has
yet to be broken
and whose mind
isn't already
filled with their
lies.

Watched as the
California landscape
turned from
beaches and tropical
palms to
cactus taller than
most men
and dry forgotten
land that
most come to
die in.

From congested
freeways that hold
the drivers hostage.
To wide open
desert highways
where its safe to
drink straight from
the bottle without
that pestering public
servant there to
ruin your ride.

If I make it out of
this dam
desert alive
with my wallet
and my sanity still
intact.
I'll look back
at it all
as just another
memory.
And try
not to give
in to
ever going
back.
I feel fated to remain seventeen for the rest of my days,
And they be memorable daze.
in vivo
 Jan 2014 Scott T
jimmy tee
summer
woodpecker sun beams
ferns, different colors
the textures of different tree barks
every tree seems damaged in some way
yet thrives toward the sun
in green leaf
A nineteen-year-old drug connoisseur,
That fiend on the roam, just the next player
making moves on his cell-phone.
Sometimes you gotta race
but you always gotta play,

Revel in The Apotheon;
Welcome to The Game.

Stoner to the bone,
Raver at heart;
Yet everthrough always the psychonaut.

Been a speed-freak, a pill-head
and almost got stuck in the k-hole,
All 'cause one day
life caught me double-dosed;
You never intend to be any of these things,
It just all happens
while your eyes are closed.
Note:
Drug dealing's primarily a male sport,
Not to say females don't play.
 Jan 2014 Scott T
jimmy tee
the farmer tills the rocky field
his mule pulls the plow blade
there are straps and curved wood
that connect man, animal, machine and earth
until a stone is uncovered
the farmer will work with rod and lever
to remove the obstruction
the mules watches, relaxes
then hauls the stone away to the pile
they then commence to till again
 Jan 2014 Scott T
Henry Alexander
Here comes the rain;
Washing away my pain.
Making me feel so relieve,
Giving me reasons to believe.
Who do you expect to pay;
For my cold summer day?
For me, who's willing to cry?
I know no one, but the grieving sky.
Angels' tears continue to fall.
Melancholy rises to call.
As the rain embraces me,
Whispering "do not worry."
The pouring raindrops in my palm;
Is keeping my aching heart calm.
My lonely eyes can now hide its tears.
My sorrow can now vanish without fears.
As angels' tears continue to fall.
"I love standing in the dark, cause no one can see me crying."
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