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Our Parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive

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Something To Do

Something to do.
Each time I look at you,
I wonder how it is that I'll fix this.
The broken mind that is mine
can I make the repairs,
Before you lose your interest.

I’m bent from this business
Of begging forgiveness,
while frantically
running around putting out fires.

You are my modulation
as I hold out for hope.
Once consumed by substance
Now bailing water from
my metaphorical tug boat.
Dragging you along,
against the current.
To give up,
would be
Giving the water it’s way.
That’s why I beg for one more chance,
Please stay.

Something to do.
Like random nuts & bolts in a jar,
You know the right size can’t be far.
I just have to dig around in this damn jar.

Something to do.
This is always the case.
My heart was always in the right place.
Complacent was the world around me.
My art,
brought me bounty.
I digress,
and ask that you look
How it is
that you found me.
You could actually count on me.
People loved to hear the sound of me,
But that was before my grounding.

Something to do.
Clipped wings
I dive bombed into the sand.
If I had broken a body part
It would've been a hand.
Mending my wounds,
this is my job now.
One day ill make you proud.

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Bonding In Unity

You are the liken
to the like,
and frankly I got to say,
I’m inspired by your ambitions.
Your philosophy on life
is such a strong vision.

Your clarity & class is first rate.
sparked by an ambiance of attentive emotion.
There’s that peace in your voice
that reflects instant devotion.
As you work this drab party.

Slowly we go through these motions.
Never fake<
as some would perceive.
you’re>
just to ripe for the world,
and everybody
wants
a piece.

I love it
when we touch.
It’s as though our skin were as one.
It's the way you connect to me within.
celebrating this unity
with bonding love,
it's as though I can feel
gods grace above.

our relationship as beautiful
as it is smart.
your intellectual commentary
go's straight to my heart,
and as it would be
you are the best person
ever.
And I’m not only saying this
because we put are money on
forever.
banking on life’s positive endeavors.
It’s more then your degrees that make you clever.
And every day I’m glad I signed on.
You make the me
better & better.
We are blessed with 
loves tether.

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My Mind Is Not a Crash Test

I wish you loved me more.
I always feel like your looking for the door.
Don’t say it isn’t true.
When you know it is what you do.
Emotionally
I think you're through.
Now it’s up to me
to catch a clue.

My mind
Is not a crash test.

Dummy!
The things I fear you say behind my back
make me feel awful.
Tell me are your slenderest words profitable.
If equated to a fraction,
what percentage is marketable.
Let alone talk able.

In conversation
do you receive a sense satisfaction
putting me down.
A show of strength
when your friends are around.
I'm the pile.
To your pile driver,
and you are
Pounding me into the ground.
Your always there.
Relentlessly never backing down.
A complement never found.
Guess the sex is why you stay around.
Pounding & pounding,
Out the rhythms of attraction.
My body has become my only weapon
to defend against a total loss.
I continue no matter this emotional cost.
That inevitably
of my best friendship lost.
Your heart covered in a winters frost.

You track each trickle back to it’s source
then scream of the faucet
till your face is hoarse.

Admittedly;
My substance abuse inexcusable,
Though isn’t my progress viewable.
But each time you put me down
I’m driven a little further into the ground.
My head
the only exposed part of me now.
Soon cast in concrete
never again to be found.
Your bridge to the rest of the world
nearly complete.

Maybe you could visit from time to time.
Text me via spray paint.
This is how my messages get through.
If you listen close you’ll hear my reply.
I love you still.
Now and for all time.

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Stolen Hearts

Cold, callus, crying, shivering,
and covered in sweat.
Wondering what has happened.
Not yet understanding this fate I’ve met.

What of a guy that stumbled around,
just trying his hardest to show he’d been found,
after all he had just been purchased
from the human pound.


That promise to you.
Man I broke it.
I told you Id stop,
and for a time I did,
but that stuff two blocks away,
my will power just wasn't work-n.
My wrist watch again broken.
Always from the look on my face,
you could tell Id been smoke-n.


You tried.
You tried so hard,
but the mind wasn’t mine.
only a shell of what used to be,
all of me you were trying to find,
and I didn’t get this till my alone time.


I was pushing.
You were pulling.
Then it all pushed you away.
It was all down hill from here,
so naturally you couldn’t stay.


I sit here so sad
for the way you must of felt.
Let alone how you dealt.
Ill never understand how I could do this to you.
You're so prefect,
even your aura dances in ambient light.
You’re the best friend I could of had,
and that leaves me really mad,
that the rest of the world
may never know what we had.

The thing is I know now,
that you loving me.
This really was Much more,
than I loving you.

~Ha,Turned around this insecurity was always mine.~

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I Never Was Trying To Play Games

I Never Was Trying To Play Games, 
though it mite of felt that way. 
I’m not going to sit here and make an excuse
out of what was drug abuse.
There is no excuse
for me .
I couldn’t let it be.    

Real is real 
Regardless of what you 
try an say away. 

If  I told you,
You where the most important.
Could you plan to be here another day.
Would you stand up and walk away  
from the love you know you can have 
and hold. 
All those old cliches, that standout so bold
Lets grow old, 
or lets die together.
Lets make this life forever.
This real I feel is real relentless. 
But I am convinced
with every fiber of my being .
The love that once was so strong
Still exist. 
In hidden 
Bliss.

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Letters To Mary

I pull my shirt off
to check for the bulls eye
Today it’s there
so I’ll run and hide
but to no avail
I’m the pawn in your diabolical tale
premeditated and calculated
guess I missed the cookie crumb trail
no clues are friendship was going stale
you stabbed me in the back
knowing I'm emotionally frail

You blind sided me
and so likely is the story
that it’s just my luck
Now I’m always your excuse
when your talking about why you can’t drink it up
I hope you chock on those lies you poser
You’ll never help people
your an emotional bulldozer

Maybe one day you’ll suffer
from real emotional ills
Believe when I tell you
It Kills
Everyday I take a handful of pills
even then their is no guarantee
There's are days when negativity
and overwhelming pressures
consume my very being
and the crazy thing is the seeing
because it’s believing
witnessing me in a blank stare
I’m conscious,
but no one’s there
Just - My - Stare

Inside
I’m busy
with my clipper ship
I’ve floated upon your hurricane
and every little happy moment we ever had
has crying stinging pellets of mad

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Ocean of Emotion

There’s an ocean of emotion,
floating though my mind,
and I’m drawing on the
last things said.
The more I think about it,
the more I want to cry,
and the past four days
I’ve remained in my bed.

My brain is
ignoring my conscious state.
Life around me seems of
Twisted fate.
The hour is that of getting late,
which Seems as though it’s working against me.

It’s been days since I last ate.
My stomach contorted and aches.
I keep popping these aspirin like there candy,
my hair so dirty it’s sandy.
Next I’ll be asking if you got a liver handy.

I’m in need of my best mate
If nothing else to clear my mind scape
That’s seems great,
but I haven’t talked to him as of late,
and I’m not sure that it’s healthy,
using him as an emotional escape

My reality,
a myopic view
Thoughts so deep,
this is where my image machine stews
Pointing out all the things I’ve done wrong
O dear god
How long must I go on

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The End Game

Monuments all around
our plot bare ground.
You used to be my best friend.
Now
I’m left with nothing
to shelter me from the wind.
You say times of loss,
the wounds that wont mend.
A lock box for your heart,
no chance the key
will be handed to me again.

New friends abound.
Looks like you been getting around.
Nights out on the town,
no longer home bound.
This I’m truly glad,
your anxiety vary sad.
Although a little mad,
I never got the chance the others have.

Hurt and lonely
I’m paper.
I’ve cut myself to shreds.
Now frantically taping,
the strips of me together again.
Actively seeking the pieces
I can’t seem to mend.

You are origami.
Three dimensional,
your beginning to stand out.
What beautiful folds you have made.
Carefully crafted.
I always knew you’d make that grade.
I don’t feel played.
Though it hurts just the same,
as we play out,
The end game

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What the Hell Did I Do

What the hell did I do..

This question posed aggressively
now in my conscious mind.
I bury my head in my knees,
and sob relentlessly asking why,
and mumbling man you really did it this time.


Party at my place he screams,
and Man you don’t ever stop by.
These images scroll the Rolodex of my subconscious side.
Try this it will make you feel great!
You’ll have no worries for at lest the next eight.
Doesn’t that sound great!


That’s when it hit me,
like a shot straight through the heart.
I parted my metaphoric sea shore,
my arms, my legs, they are the oars.
Swimming through the blue abyss,
always watching close for shore.
Then little by little always needing more,
and more.
The hours and days went by,
oh my god how I was high.


My euphoric mind never pressed for time,
no matter the dime.
Clouds on the horizon a thunderous sky.
It was even getting late,
and the moon began to pull at the tide.
Looking back I see this was going to be a very long ride.


Pushing forward toward the shore,
limb for limb, tired and sore.
Screaming, hurry up and get here,
where out, and have got to have more.
Then the lighting began to show it’s power,
and the wind had the waves in a roar.
The rain stinging torn & chapped skin.
I began to lose consciousness, now at a merciless Drift.
Pulled way out,
fast and swift.
Their would be few that would adore.
As they wonder how long,
before I’d wash back ashore.


What the hell did I do..
This question,
posed aggressively now
in my conscious mind.