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 Jun 2014 Shanay Love
Jack
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Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day
Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array
Quietly it called to me o’er whispers on the wind
As if some scented power was a’ touch upon my skin

Engulfed in life’s serenity, so overwhelmed with fear
A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near
I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind
In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find

Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place
The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste
Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow
To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now

On my knees, the autumn ground is chilly to my touch
With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch
Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope
I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope

When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen
A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine
To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true
In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue

My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss
As memories of long ago, I find they do exist
The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above
This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love

The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear
A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near
Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two
For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you
While it is I was hurt and bruised
I will never ever say this again to you.
My Heart bled enough times for me to know
The reason why I couldn't cry and I though that
This was over when I saw those signs
The ones you showed her
which were once mine, But never mind I say to you
Drop dead as I am over you.The constant smell of you still makes
me smile,But no longer do I waste my time. You see there was something I did learn from you,Nothing I hear from men are never true
So I bled my heart dry from you and no I don't cry for cheaters like you.
I am happy on white sand and beaches too, Have her, youre my garbage lou.
Lou thy heart,It was once and You will never break it apart.
Hiding,Riding..Reckless Subliming
    Over Hill,Mountains and Seas
     Its at Arizona,that I'll reach...Far away from you
    Where its my safety I refresh anew
     There will be no more abuse
   I did,I did, Really Love You....
Today marks another day that I woke up.
One more day I was able to smell the scent of fresh cut grass and early June.
      Where I was able to feel the gentle friction from these cotton sheets.
See the sun glistening through my blinds.
     Listen to the birds sing and my ceiling-fan hum a tune while all the air brushes down upon me in patterned strokes.
    Today marks another day where I am able to make sense of things.
Like the bold taste of coffee,
and a well-timed cigarette.
I often hear of people being stressed out;
Being so caught-up in this day-to-day "rat-race" we call life that they "can't find the time" to do what they love.
And every time I think about this, I find myself left with the same questions:
Is this really what "life" is all about?
How are we supposed to LIVE and  BE FREE if we can't find a way to take a breather every once-and-a-while?
To escape off into our heads or into our passions?
What is a life if you don't know expression?
Why have a voice if you never bother to speak?
If you feel something-
If you love it.
Then let it move you even in the most simplistic of ways.
Find time to stop and realize that this life is a gift.
No one asks to be born and no one wants to be taken away.
We need to appreciate every day and everything we have.
We'll never know when we could literally lose it all.
Nebulous and Refined**

The castle is a chain-smoker.
The king wears a three piece suit.
And in the air, most everywhere
that scent just does not dilute.
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A car lot filled with scribes and serfs
that assemble to deliver their willing tax.
They bump and argue for the closest view
of their Man-God on high: Glycine max.
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Employment is down! Crime is up!
What if the factories all move away?
This town will surely shrivel and die!
That's what the soiled townsfolk say.
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They humbly bow to their master's whim
but behind him they say much more.
Another Dead Man found Stale Lee in the vents.
Carcinoma galore.
Part I of VI. A tale of my hometown.
lately, i've been jealous
of the attention handed out
by people who shouldn't
matter to me

he didn't have me
sweating on his
bedroom floor
he didn't have me
crying with my head
in the toilet
he didn't have me
locked outside
my own rib cage
he didn't have me
like you did he didn't
have me like you did
he didn't have me
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