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Shift work nurse, where do you go?
Is it to another ward, to another wound,
that is in need of stitches to be sewn?

Potbellied tarmac man, where do you go?
You’ve left the stove frothing at the lid,
can your couple of quid not wait for lunch?

Gym, mother-of-one, where do you go?
Your son is sat still with a coffee,
whilst you’ve gone to buy another toffee, poppy seed, frothy beverage- surely that’s not fair, is it?

Big-Issue-seller-of-the-precinct, where do you go?
Your Yorkshire Terrier, alone in the South,
is terrified from the traffic, moist at the mouth.

Market stall second-hand book woman, where do you go?
Lines of used literature are waiting to be read,
why have you left them to help your hash-head son on his second come-down of the day?

Shift work nurse and potbellied tarmac man,
big issue seller and gym mother-of-one,
market stall second-hand book woman,
where do you all go?
From Coffeeshoppoems.com
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yes, you have broken my heart
must you continue to rip it apart?
i love(d) you so
perhaps its time to let it alone
please stop parading your ecstasy
stop getting joy from my misery
i love you so
please just let it alone
Bitter cacophony, a swarm of raucous screeches
scratching against the infinite sides
of the sleeping labyrinth
desperate to be heard, to be known.
Climbing upon one another
using ladders made of lies.
Locust-like in movement
unite and disperse in detestable symphony
lazy and hollow
harrowing torment.
Shut away in a little box
and scattered amongst the open
universe of the ethereal untouched.
Never to be noticed.
As I sit here and tear up
And scrounge around through old papers
Struggling to find the right words
I've only came across a few:

Your love makes me
Full
Drunk
Hungover
And back to the start

The craftsmanship God went through to make you
Is just....
magnificent art

Your tongue slithers to enunciate words
But I can't get past the sight of you

Your heart glows brighter than your smile
My personal sunlight, molding me anew

Your love makes me
Laugh
Cry
Scream
And a bit sublime

Your love elevates me
Inspires me
Enlightens me
Remixes me
All at the same time
We are superheroes
Who simply haven't found
our masks
And are too shy to
let people see
Who we really are
I'm intoxicated by your lips,
infatuated with your hips,
and mesmerized by all your gifts,
Woman, You are Rich!

Your smile is like a solar eclipse
bright enough to interrupt light from the sun,
Your mind is like the universe, going far and beyond,
Woman, You are Rich!

In the face of great danger
you have the strength of a lioness
When it comes to feeding your tribe
All you need is your chest.
Woman, You are Rich!

I know your true worth
I know you are divine
From you we're all birthed
and we're forever intertwined.
Woman, You are Rich!
© 2013
"I bow before women and stand before men all is well word is bond from my beginning to end.."
she was the first
to act as though
she wanted to be my beretta,
to hold a holster to my thigh
and accept the badge
of partner in crime.

she spoke without shelter.

pool days of marination
in monsters and taurus,
a kiss for pity
as i'd yet to be corrupted,
and she stole some joy
in taking what wasn't hers.

she was bigger than me.

she showed me
how shattered touch screens
can look like dried petals,
but cut like cold *******,
and when you're in a field of dandelions
how they come in handy.

she wrote the book on flagellation.

she promised it was all for me;
calloused fingertips from
loving me with lighter fluid,
scratches for feral adoration,
and the damocles' above my head
or rather hers, and hers to drop on a whim.

she wrote a chapter on manipulation.

i wasn't ready the first time
she pushed passed denim
and plaid as easily
as she waived my concern,
nor the second --
nor the third.

she had daddy issues.

i still didn't know
how tampons worked,
or vaginas for that matter,
and so to be forcefully
and viscerally introduced to both
behind a tree in Henessey
****** up my brain a little.

she called it "mad week."

ear bud cables
became garrotes
around my neck
in the suspended
movement of a pulse
through my aorta;
and as every day with her,
i felt she crossed a line,
and as every day before,
i never called foul.
hypnotherapy brings back some ****.
My feet
a   c   h   e
for streets
they haven't
yet walked
and I want
to feel
concrete on
my fingers,
catch the
breeze of a
crowd as they
cross the street.
I need to be
somewhere
too big to
get lost.
I can't live my life this way
A family of Decency
Why would I go stray?

I can't live my life this way
My mother is a mother
Why is my girlfriend something other?

I can't live my life this way
I'm brilliant
What ever happened to being resilient?

I can't live my life this way
Doing anything for the dollar
What's wrong with being a scholar?

I can't keep living my life like this
Because I wasn't born this way.
I learned this...
But I learned a lot of ****
Negativity wasn't all
So what's my excuse?
Whatever I think of would be a lie
So what's the truth?

Truth is...
I'm not really ruthless
Fact is...
I'm acting
To let it be known...
MY MOTHER IS STRONG

How can I betray her this way?
By treating women that way
How can I take the love she gave me
And
Consider the way she raised me
And
...
Disrespect
Not provide
Not secure
The WOMEN

That's almost all she ask of me
That is my role right?
As a MAN
Born by a WOMAN
Born from a WOMAN
Made in a WOMAN
Share the blood of a WOMAN

But I'm not MAN enough to take full responsibility of a WOMAN'S
Child?
Counterpart
Friend
Lover?

What am I then?
Feminine?

Naaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww
Can't be
Just a suckah
For not standing up for what I know
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