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The time in which we gathered together,
Lost in our arms and eyes,
Correctly begins with "Once upon a time..."
And does now beguile my sunrise.
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A wasteland is wont for many explorers,
In its greed though, it keeps them forever,
But the paradise I found with you
Would light my every endeavor.
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Were each freckle a map of stars upon,
The shining blue sky this morn,
They"d allow me to navigate your sea of soft skin,
And mend a heart, forlorn.
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An anchor that kept my vessel afloat
While Poseidon's depression near' took me with him,
I held the key to your heart, fabled Atlantis,
In love as I could ever have been, by an Angel, smitten.
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The tender kashmir lips,
That promised and fulfilled me to sleep,
Have dispersed long ago,
And have tempted me to weep.
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Complex reflections of my own inner self,
Revealed the catastrophe in full,
Though you had my heart for yourself,
I couldn't find where it leisurely lulled.
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Young and daft, I took my own risks,
Risks that transformed into sorrow,
Shielded at last, that upon my cask'
Shall be writ' "perhaps joy comes on the morrow"
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The serene, subcontious Siren
Knows not even of her own beauty,
With eyes that could stop time and planes
Of space, she can, so truly.
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I beg to be rid of the memories,
I ask for constant euthanasia,
I consume to forget entirely
And regret my own mistakes here.
Dag J May 2013
elegantly hitting enough
      at high speed sent
  time capsules of regret

through the subcontious dreams of
  heroes of long gone as they were
      elevated to familymembers

why... seemed appropriate to ask
                also easy to forget as the
lucky charm of childhood blues
                        lost its effect in *real time
"always updated ... right?"

© MMXIII by Day J
Wes Brandon Aug 2019
I got sick
i got sick of my nose.
sometimes i glance in the shower
i glance at my toes.
and nobody knows.

the day i learned
the day i learned i could see my nose
was the begining of where this poem stems.
i knew my nose was within.

Nobody knows my nose the way i do
my subcontious stole it so my eyes could pretend.
and since i learned the curse
i glance.

it wastes my time and keeps me out of focus
cause like lightning strikes my nose needs a looking
a quick glance
and a chance for perspective
"Sorry sir give me a second"
ads some time to smell my surroundings as im reminded i can smell.

— The End —