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Distracted by every syallable that was exhaled
unable to recall
the curve of your lips as they spoke
nor the hue of your eyes when they laughed
my only recollection is
the duo took my breath away
obliterating all lights but the stars
leaving me with amnesia
I can't deal with it
I've fallen from the abyss
I will wait for you
to watch me drown again

I am fading and I cannot scream
Push me down, make me your slave
I am dying inside my own dreams
Give me a shovel to dig my own grave

I can't deal with it
You pushed me too far down
I won't wait for you
To bury me in the ground

I'm a silhouette, a forgotten face
Let me go into the night
What will it take to keep me alive
I'm beneath you and I cannot fight

That's what you've always told me
I can't deal with it, watch me fade away
Push me down, make me your slave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig my own grave

While you watch
While you watch
While you watch
Me fade
As it is sung

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I am late, flying the long detour
blocked my usual path this morning
another scaffolding
rising to grab a pack of the sky

entering the building for work
I see a thousand blinding lights
each emblazoned
with many shades and colours
of the same words

'I want' 'Give me' 'Done yet?'
'Deadline'
'Give me' 'Give me' 'Talk to me'

echoing many times over

I cowered into my cabin
crawling into the cave
dug in through the wall

and hung upside down
like a bat

this is a yogic pose
mindfulness meditation
I'm seeking out solace

when did the week end?

Swaths of air answered
in a language of hushed silence,
spat down by a giant Catherine wheel
hung from the roof.
“Orange doesn’t rhyme.”
Well, that’s what we were taught.
So, what it really needs is
Some careful new thought.

So, just for a moment
Let’s get a bit strange;
Let’s take the word ‘orange’
And let us deftly rearrange.
It can become something
Like ‘no rage’ instead.
Doesn’t that fit much more
Comfortably inside the head
And inside your rhyme scheme
As you gleefully poeticize
And smoothly abandon
The conundrum of other guys?

For instance, change orange:
On gear a transmission,
In discussion, ‘go near’?
Maybe some kind of Russian?
“An gore?’, on of Vidal’s children?
Or maybe like ‘Ego ran’,
A stuck-up jogging chicken?
‘Graneo’, something to call
Mother’s mom, if you’re hip?
“Groane’, an archaic manner
To let a moan escape your lips.
‘No gare’, a French gate
Too far away to easily use.
‘Neo gar’, a species of fish
That is sometimes in the news.

That doesn’t not signal
The orange issue surrender.
It just means I am willing
To consider almost any other
Way to look at this word
Another entire way instead
For this rather comfortable color
Halfway between yellow and red.
You know what the worst thing about feeling empty, while being in pain is? It's the fact that although you feel every single fracture and dent of your heart, you feel too hollow, too empty that you can't do anything about how you feel but sit there and wait for it to pass over. There is nothing that can be done to relieve it, and that is why it is one of the worst feelings you could ever feel.
I've been reading all your stories
though I notice missing chapters
my name has not since crossed your lips
I have reached out, yet not heard your laughter

it would seem though, that you have laughed
and the missing chapters were the holes that needed filling
who'd have known that disappearing
would be the one thing that never left you with feeling

I watched from the shadows as an artist colored your pages
you changed from black and white to colors I have never met
cause you see, my best friend is this little bird called fate
and as I see me fade to grey, I feel nothing

but I still read your stories
I still think about those missing chapters
I forgot my name, no one's said it in a while
but I still listen for your laughter

in the back of my head
*in the back of my head
you fooled me with your eyes
you snuck into my dreams
ensuring my demise
poisoning my mind

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

my thoughts are poison veins
your memory is my pain
you've never even seen me
though you haunt my every move

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

I'm left paralyzed
ensuring my demise
you snuck into my dreams
and fooled me with your eyes
Born of fire, your body burned under mine.
The slip shod friction kindled in the bliss.
Blue flames flashing and water dowsing time,
Smoke, my wave, moon seas, lighted sands kiss.
Blue and cold my eyes set, seizing treasure,
Your flaming hair a bed, my boat was wrecked.
A sea of glass and all the stars were measured;
Red on white, your skin was cinder flecked.
Flames were raining, **** the waters break;
Two bodies burned that night, fire on the lake.
She sleeps beneath the spot where I am standing
This casket is my palanquin,
Decorate it with roses plucked from my garden and thorns from her orchard
Lay me on this red velvet I bought from the market of love and take me to her,
On the shoulders of my friends and kin I had abandoned long ago,
Or in the hearse painted red for the union of our souls
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