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The thrill is gone and so I wander through
The faces that I see throughout the day.
The creature that I love is such a fool—
They're beautiful in soul but not in brain.
I cannot face the person I've become,
I cannot face the life I chose to live.
I cannot face the changing times that come,
For time is all I've ever learned to give.
The cruelty behind my deeds is real,
A hate that burned so long within my heart.
I cannot face the turning of the wheel—
I'll torture you until you turn the cart.
My heart was broken over many years—
So now I break yours with a fist of fears.
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I see your pain, it's similar to mine,
But I can only love you from afar.
I chase you like the gold within the mine,
For I am strong, my skin is mostly scar.
My soul is half a saint and half a sin.
For years I've gathered gold within my chest.
So if you want it you will have to win,
For I am but a prize when at my best.
Nobody's ever seen me as I am,
Nor will they lest my gold should steal away.
Then in my barren state I'd simply stand
Alone again, as lonely as today.
I am a helpless, weak, disgusting thing—
You cannot love a bird that will not sing.
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I cannot bear to hear that this is true—
The demon in your eyes has taken shape.
My world is dissolving through and through,
The hate you carried now is mine to make.
I loved you for the creature that you were.
I did not see the things you laid so bare,
But now I see them and I see much more—
My lovely throne has turned into a chair.
I have a choice now lain in front of me—
Two paths that lie before a darkened wood:
The first one leads me round through Hatred's spring,
The second, into darkness with a hood.
I do not know the path that I will take—
The choice is not mine, simply one of fate.
Category: poetry
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Sonnet Triplet For Broken Lovers
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Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Life…
liberty…
and the pursuit of happiness…
A vision for a nation
Which
Hinged upon a simple premise
That man deserves to chase his bliss.
Many have forgotten though
It seems amidst the recent times
For we have built so high upon
A base we can not see below.
Liberals are Americans
Fact be damned and foe be told
For liberty is in our mud
Free to follow any road.
As long as it don’t end in blood.
Chase your love
Dream a dream
Survive a flood
Create a meme.
Curse out loud
Or Laugh at things
Flutter through with dirty wings.
Life’s a blessing
We’ve declared
Though this is not a fact of man,
But simply just a fact of love:
A vision of a sacred stair.
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Doctor’s son
Lain upon the open grave
With flowers, roses, and dismay
A wicked wind has blown through here
And left all but the soil clear
And so it goes along the slope
Where daisies once withstood the blow
Now hill be barren, cold, and lone
But seasons come and seasons go
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regret (poem)
There is not enough liquor
and smoke
in this city
to burn up
the memories,
half remembered
and half forgotten,
of a life I could have lived
and the child I should have
been granted—
and time still tick, tick, ticks
on by
with never a tock,
and the train wheels spin faster
and faster
while the train has stopped.
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Sand (poem)
There’s a strand of sand beneath my feet
With rocks and gravel, bark and leaves
I’ve followed it, tonight at least
It took me downward through the trees
And then it lead me to the sea
I waded in with broken feet
And swam until my heart was weak
And cried and cried a lonely scream
But lo, the sea she answered me
And raised up high her tide to see
And when we met with open eye
My sorrow she had understood
And yes I felt my heart was free.
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Do not compromise (poem)
Do not
Compromise
Your art
If you start
You must
Finish
If you finish
You must clean up
If you love
You must love well
And uprightly
And true.
Do not compromise
On anything
For every half
Won battle
Is a defeat
Every half lived
Dream
Is a nightmare
Every half
Loved minute
Is nothing.
To live
Is not something
You are given
It is a fight
Bloody and ruthless
For life
And vision
And art.
Do not compromise.
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in the shadows (poem)
in the shadows
there are moving things
swirling and slithering
sliding and slipping
but the moon is so bright
and the stars alight
and the wind blows so cold
with a whisper and a kiss
and it’s a wicked wind
come up from the south
and the people are silent
and the days are so loud
and I’m here stuck wasted
by the wayside to side
singing and slinging
writing and spiting
hoping and clinging.
but what if the shadows
became slow the light?
and the daylight so faded
and the night turned bright?
and what if the moonlight
turned gray to green
and the shadows ‘came brighter
and the trees grew clean
and if I could speak
Just a speck of my soul
I would tell it so proudly
that the heavens would spoil
and if I could ponder
why the hopeless recoil
I’d whisper so softly
Need fear not the foil -
and the stars (poem)
I like this land
in the nighttime
I imagine it is the only thing I love
about it
for the nighttime here
is quiet and old
and full of memories
of a time that was taken
and a time that one day will
return
But I am far too loud
And foolish
chasing histories that have
long since died
And I have this idea
A dangerous one
that I cannot expunge
of a vision of love
that would transcend the sorrow
and the dirt
and the soul-gunk
and the shit
and I would climb up
up on to the roof
of my trailer
surrounded by nothing but trees
holding my baby girl
and kissing her
and pointing to the night sky
and the stars.
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Two Hombres (poem)
I saw two hombres today
In seven eleven
The first one was stalky
The second one was invisible.
The first one eyed me down
He saw the piece on my right side
Didn’t know what to think
I could see he wanted to shake me
But wasn’t sure what I would do
Didn’t know if it’d bite.
But I didn’t mind him
I just got some corona
And left.
I’ve lived enough to know
The second hombre
Was the threat.