I'm just a cross eyed lover in your heart I got a ticket. I lied can't stop the start. I want it to come true. All I need is my you my existential lies Lord of the Flies.
We were where we shouldn't have been getting things we shouldn't have got. Delicious! The taste of forbidden fruit ripe, sweet, dripping and ready to rot.
Party keeps raging on fire I leave out the front door like a ghost without desire float into a bed of a ***** donate my seed to the choir I hear my Symphony's score.
The dead hover in darkness shadows and the evil shade. Watching us as we undress naked showers. They fade in fog and heavy rains hide inside poet's word inside our busy brains Whispers almost heard.
Round here we bark like lions fix ourselves when we're broken. I need a kind touch and calm voice and laughter and throw ***** and a treat and let me stick my head out the car window on our way to the dog park. I will be your forever best friend forever!
So many dogs and cats on death row. So many beautiful eyes beseeching.
It's hard to find old ghosts in Eden Park they blend into the lovely midnight dark young me cheated on my wife in twilight she fed the kids dinner as we took flight. I'm 75 years old visiting long lost youth always searching in the fog of the truth.
I stand tall on Everest scuba in Mariana Trench. This circus is too flawed. God threw in His wrench. Carve initials on wrists forever love is forever my promises have twists end in a place of Never.
You lovely creature hairy and too eager to jump on me barely in the front door. I've never been loved this much my whole life. Do you mind if I lie with you as you die in the soft grass and sunlight and remember chasing tennis ***** in your dreams?
What good are they now? Today's pale in those lights. Beer and wine dancing naked in the dark forgetting my Judas betrayal until I wake in guilt's shadow. Messiah in a crypt for 3 days and nights and I arise dancing naked with youth's drunk abandon and flowers in her hair she smelling of her perfect cheap perfume and I keep drowning in her perfect beauty in old dreams. Could've, should've, would've, kiss the old days goodbye.
It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said something I couldn't quite hear because the clock over her right shoulder had a second hand that sounded like firecrackers each tick!
I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise grew louder. Each tock became a bomb in a war zone. Deafening. PTSD. I was freezing and shaking.
My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage. It wasn't my turn! What kind of god does this? I thanked my doctor for my death sentence and went home to live with my fading family.
I'm just a junkyard dog. Old scars tell my story. I'm left water and scraps. Alone in the dark I sleep and dream of a better life and love with ******* I smell beyond fences. Love just out of reach.
I speak to you from some dirt in a field. I couldn't say where. We were soldiers in deadly combat. We all left intact lives to throw death's dice for some forgotten glory. We died in piles and found our way to burial as the months turned to years. Dead brothers in arms in historic battlefields with plaques. I miss your last kiss when you said come home.
I'm 75 years old. I'm 17 again. Old memories playing on a screen in silent black and white, piano music, time sees where I've been. Happy Birthday. Blow years away the candles set the years on fire burn the bridges and words we say regret the lost fierce brief desire.
I swallowed cruel of what I'd done. My soul was dark erased the sun. I abandoned him I feared anger echoes Dad's war rear view chasing ran into traffic broke leg legacy. God rescued you adopted by family.
We got crazy in outer space promised love face to face we swore that it was honest nothing as good as promised bumped ugly after it all left a fake number just call.
We play into your emotion to some son of god martyr with memorized devotion. 50% ROI buy into a charter. Fill pews Cloward Piven love third world forgiven. Erase borders invite every known parasite.
Turning point in our decline Soros' Obama's Biden's crime on full display all in place. Never shame, never disgrace. Proud comrades fill the gulags that is after all just prologues.
Men were home from war and back to work busy making kids with the boss of the house and I won a lottery and came to life in a sweaty moment of busy parents, two girls trying for a first son.
I saved a broken dog took him to my broken home to live with my broken family. I tried to fix him with broken training. I was too broke to get it right. The more I yelled the more broke he got. I had a drunken insight one night walking him in a full moon reminded me of me in my childhood. I saw things through our broken eyes held him close. I promised I'd fix us. I saved ourselves from a **** shelter.
His name is Jack Daniels and he is spoiled rotten and loved all the way to the moon and safely back again. I like me again too.
You broke me in pieces when you abandoned me sent to an orphanage you set yourself free hopping freight trains postcards of small love from places in a granite heart push comes to shove. You keep guilt ***** quiet sleeping in bar lover's beds dreaming of your life's despair wake hands shake take meds.
Your golden hair is a halo. Heat lightening makes it so. Our gravity was lost, we go in other orbits. I hear things, needle marks, attached strings bones turn tricks, cheap flings. Still my neon saint at midnight, need you from bar stool flight. You pass by in our neon light.
We all move stiffly around the body and whisper gentle sorry for your loss while looking for an exit from death to join the living with sign of the cross.
I'm done with wedding rings, babies and any other things that make me walk the plank, dead still living in a blank, still pay interest to the bank. I die with no one to thank.
Pull me out of deep water avoid the lung's slaughter I love you all it is true help me as I turn blue save me from the grave. I will die land of brave.
In a Van Gogh painting cheap wine and waiting inside our favorite cafe out of focus strange day swirling forever wars madness midnight stars satisfy my lust's desire quenching passion's fire. Morphine in the vein quiets my lover's pain.
Our first boy, boy. My namesake, boy. Fetch my tools, boy. Cry beating belt, boy. Make me proud, boy. Ignore my cruelty, boy. War's killing eats us, boy. Comes home each night, boy. Never mind the misery, boy. She smiled at you, Boy!
I saw a dying brother bleed out. I saw a madman **** his flock. Parades celebrated the funerals. Little boys masquerading as men played war. Real men died for mud. Loved ones prayed their rosaries. No prayers were ever answered on our street. Gold stars filled sad windows. Widows cried in private. They would never dance again.