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The Royal Curse

It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle 
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them 
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden 
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in his adventures.
He spreads his curse
from one to the other.
It robs it's victims
of their eyes and senses.
Over the years, it slowly degrades
their intelligence and lives.
It can bring down the greatest Empires
if given enough time.

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Inner Prison

Why must I feel like this?
After so long a time of
As they say, normalcy.
How strange it would be
Learning that all is odd.
Strange for me to deviate
I need to remediate
To learn again.

What is it I need?
Who knows for sure
How does one know
Something never tried

Now I've cried
Buckets of tears
Release my fears
To try something new
With you
But not me
For I am too stable
Or so they think

Now I live on the edge
What if I slipped off this ledge?
Skipped, walked, or even leaped?
With all my might
Into the darkness
Where all is allowed
Just to be the one
Inside myself
Begging, pleading
To be free.
To nurture the child within
From the meek and mild
To wild and full of sin

I would give it all up today
If I could change my stripes
To nurse these wounds
Draining my emotions dry.

How do I know if I like the dessert
If I don't taste it 
To take that first bite is
Like drowning in the abyss
No beginning, therefore, no ending
This life I do not choose
For it chooses me

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An Accidental Overdose

She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.

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Shredded Innocence

A brisk ride with a little known uncle,
to a gathering of loved ones, reunited,
quickly turns to a journey of hell.

Torn away from her home,
she is subjected to a horrifying
world of depravity and terrorism.

On a country backroad,
with no one to witness,
her chastity is torn away,
along with ripped clothing and flesh.

Struggling for freedom, fighting for breath,
she strains against their hands.
They violate her tiny body with their own.
She screams and cries out for "Momma."
The tears flood her tiny eyes.
With no one to save her,
this nightmare is real.

Each movement brings forth more pain,
seeping to her very core.
She endures the ghastly assault 
from the demented couple, she does survive.

Back on the road, with drugs prevailing
the truck comes to a violent stop.
She runs to her earthbound savior
with wings of denim and an old red truck.
He rescues what is left of her angelic being,
kept safe until the enforcers present.

She now battles, not for her life, but her mind.
The outer scars will fade with time,
but his face and voice will haunt her
and live in her nightmares from now on.

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Daddy

The first man in your life,
who would carry you upstairs,
and tuck you in.

He scared away the monsters
under the bed,
and closed the closet door
to keep the bear inside.

He holds you up to touch the ceiling,
or to make a slam dunk.

He would play checkers or basketball
and let you win every time.

He would take training wheels on and off,
and run along beside your bike,
keeping it erect,
only letting go when you were ready.

He taught you how to tie your shoes,
with a tale about a rabbit, a tree, and a hole.

He gladly holds your legs up
when you are too little to squat.

He teaches you to throw a ball,
catch bugs and frogs,
dig up worms, skip a rock,
and build a fire with out a match.

He teaches you to drive,
change a tire and the oil,
to fix a lightswitch, and a lawn mower.

He tenderly kisses
a skinned knee 
and tapes a broken toe.

He holds you on his lap,
when you Prince is gone,
even thought you're really too big.

He also cries, 
as he walks you down the aisle,
to the new man,
and he wonders,
if he is good enough.

His knowledge is an open book,
to give willingly and with love.

When he can no longer 
help with his hands,
he helps with his words ,
and his heart.

My daddy is an amazing man.
He is a mason, a carpenter,
a mechanic, a teacher,
a gardener, an outdoorsman,
 and a disciplinarian,
even though it hurt him more than me.

A father gives his money,
but a daddy gives
his heart and soul.

Even though I am grown,
I still have a daddy

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Lying In Your Arms

Slowly, the world returns
from just the two of us.
We lay here, limbs intertwined,
bodies glistening with perspiration,
gasping for breath.
I snuggle with you
and look into your eyes,
eyes the clolor of saphire,
I see an encompassing love,
and I hope you see the same,
mirrored in my own.
I can't explain this
infinite desire I have for you.
This hunger I feel
every waking moment,
consumes me supremely.
As we talk, laugh, and dream
we realize the hurdles we must surpass.
We know our road
is a tumultuous one.
One that must be crossed
step by step,
one day at a time.
Together, we will confront
those insurmountable hurdles,
conquer them as one,
knowing nothing else matters
except the love we have
for each other.
Slowly, the world recedes
to just a single pair of connected souls
lying in each other's arms.

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A Confession To Tell

I have a confession to tell
and I don't know where to start.
It is something I have hidden
for many years.
Something I wouldn't let myself have.
I've had many fears about this.
Fear you would reject me.
Fear of disappointing you,
of hurting you in some way.
I denied this for so long,
it became the norm.
I tortured my soul over it,
for so many years.
I want you both to know
how much I love you
and I would never do anything
to intentionally hurt you.
You both gave me so much
even when we didn't have much.
You both did a great job raising me
and I think I turned out okay.
You taught me good life lessons,
a hard work ethic, honesty, and loyalty.
Up until now, I have led my life
the way I did for fear
you would disapprove of me and
that would be too much for me to bear.
I then realized, I wasn't truly happy.
I wasn't being me.
During this time, I met someone,
who made me very happy.
They saw the real me hiding inside
and loved me for it.
I now know true happiness.
I have debated and contemplated
in my mind of how to tell you both.
It is something I could
never imagine doing before.
I didn't know how to tell you
no matter how much I wanted to.
I want you to know
that you did nothing wrong.
I love you both very much.
Please don't think any less of me
because of this, but...
Mom, Dad, I'm gay.

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Ptsd (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Possibly the most difficult battle I've ever fought.
Timeless struggles of my mind.
Scenes of human depravity lurk behind my closed eyes.
Disturbs my daily routines and demands attention.

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Asthma

I fight this struggle every day.
I struggle to respire.
Like drawing air through a straw.
I'm always craving more.
I just never get quite enough.
I sit motionless, for conservation.
Afraid to expend my much needed energy,
energy needed to live.
My wheezing is strained.
Daily, I spar with my disease.
One day, I'm afraid
It may win.

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Happy Anniversary

I speculated in my head
what sort of token should I give,
to the One I love the most,
my dearest friend, partner, soulmate,
on this special day.
I could not decide
upon a single day that would show
my deepest thoughts, love and desire.
And so I pen these careful words
on a two cent piece of paper
to show my greatest gift,
my love for you.
Happy Anniversary, Baby.