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ListenListen closelyto immortal wordsthat escape lips,you might be wiserby seeking their wisdomthan closing your mindto convention.
Misguided Devotion The current so strong,As if gravity wasn't enoughTo keep a man groundedIn one spotFor an eternity, The constant surgeOf freshly strewn Memories seepingFrom the duct workMakes every stroke of my paddleSeem forgottenAs if I partook in the lusty lotus. Never does the riverS U B S I D EEven as the light fades,Lashes smoothThe violent rapids
Absinthe EyesMy muse has green eyes.Like the absinthe, thatDrove the mad poets ofThe old centuries past,To their creative ecstasies.Like the Leanan SidheInspiring my imagination,To burn so fierce, so bright,So it near consumes me.I get lost in chartreuse,In the sparkle of peridot.In the Forest green
Of those eyes.
LookLook beyond her curves,hips flow downthe river of legsto her foundation.Look beyond her smile,insidious and vile,full of contemptand corruption.Look beyond her ocean eyes,into the black holethat has claimedas many men as the Bermuda Triangle.Look beyond her words,deceit laid in waitto ensnare her preybefore devouring.Look beyond this woman,Siren temptressleading men to rocksof Medusa victims.Look beyond this womanand imagine more,wait till morningand youll see.
Three WordsIs it wrong to say, "I love you"Having never known what it truly meansTo love another individual, other than myself,To feel the trickle of insanityFlood from your flummoxed brainOut your mouth in a stream of wordsThat you may regret in five seconds,Not because they were negative,But rather dueTo the incomplete processing of informationThat causes insecurity as to whether it wasWitty, stupid, or outright insane,And whether in ten second if she willStill be seated across the table.Is it so wrong to be unable to imagineA life that she does not existCommingled? That each breathYou long to take after each carefully craftedPhrasing of words is not simply for me,But rather just to express a mundane thought.The idea that life is empty and infinite,Filled with boundless opportunitiesThat I do not wish to bother with,For I know there is one out of theInfinite possibilities - specifically for me.Is it really so wrong? I hope not,But if it is, I long to be wrongInfinitel
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tearsbecause angels lay in heaven:watching you push away those dear;mother grasps-beckons-pleads; met with resistance.You conquer nothing nor strengthenthe bonds you held diligently,shattered in the wakeof your torrent of negligence.Papa! I won't stand nor makeexcuses for your decomposition,but do not cry as mama has takenher leave from your destruction.Your constant stream of woesno longer saddens, but suctionsall essence from thosewilling to stand by you.Please do not doze...Papa, please listen too.No longer cry your dissatisfactionas tears shall not do-Heaven is home, my satisfactionso let angels lay in heavento watch with gratificationas you live in life and strengthen-Please papa, do not cry and weaken!Please papa, let your angel lay in heaven-