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jeffrey robin Dec 2010
once more!
wild men ride the subways!

doom is averted
once more
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once more
lovers hold eachother dear

doom is averted
once more
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once more!
we gather beyoned fear!

doom is averted once more
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once more!
poets challenge themselves!

doom is averted
once more
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once more lovers once more
once more love once more

once more wild lovers on subways

and

doom is averted
once more
Broken, you don't even know what broken means.
The past I've suffered goes beyoned all your dreams.
When I close my eyes,
I block out all the lies.
when I see the past,
I pray to god that it won't last.
I know my blood stains, like a flood.
And I'll throw your *** through the glass.
Even your mom knows who I am.
Got me sayin I am who I am.
These are required.

Our house was broken into while I slept and died.
Poorly vented incontinence.
People begin isolation from teachers and students.

Some holding children hands.
Some who hack away their friends.
Husbands, girlfriends, etc.
Unaware of their children.

the farthest branch.
assures us there is life.

where chatter swells in sight of gold.
where a raccoon sees clouds, but no sun.
the moon reflects
lifeless, controlling planes & folds foreign.
even if so
his reach would only meet his grasp.
but it can not be this way.
the clouds move & swell.
protecting us from ourselves.
from bizzare nebulas & unknown entities.
harbingers of death originating
from our silky cigarettes & lean machines.
inside the heavens, golden & blue.
beyoned the heavens there is a degree of souls,
all souls asking each other & us the same questions.
why this way?
if you loved me,
it would not be.
further into God's home,
the things deep in his rivers & far down his roads say,
if you loved me, together we'd stand.
the cobwebs run behind the shadows placing my hand near sight.
i see divine, everlasting life.
how can it be so?
i do not move mountains.
my blood does not course from me sweet as wine.
i am here as the jaguar.
black as night.
untouched by morning's warmth.
unseen by our sun's eye,
who stays my eternal enemy,
yet always in my heart, my sleep.
alone he sits.
far away.
telling us forever,
never tiring,
if only you loved me.


the copper straightens itself holding mountains together, shiny veins
the trees speak in the language of survival, cells
Tragedy.
Brody Oct 2019
The dark nights at the bottom of the bottel

The room spinning and feeling like your in full throttle

Not realizeing the pain you have caused you take another pill and feel no flaws

Easy said! As it is to be done because if you let someone in there goes all your fun !

Because who need anyone right?

So lets carry a metaphorical gun to shoot anyone who wants to end your kind of fun !

But yet your broken and lost beyoned belife

 That no one can take the keys and save you from what you believe

Stuck in full throttle that you can not see
 So you go home and stare at the bottom of the bottle

To realize thats the last thing you will see !
But yet your still not free

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