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Marty King Poem
i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover
once upon a time i was a lonely soul yearning for any type of communication
i remember the footprints in the dust at every corner that had the scent of stale talcum powder
i remember the cable fluctuating between being off and on every other another
i remember listening to my old walkman under a few layers of cover when the power was cut off on a very cold day in winter
i recall sitting in the dark of my dusty, cobwebbed apartment letting the streetlight conceal the truth of my loneliness
i recall the draft coming into the screen in the living room and becoming painfully dizzy from daydreaming
i heard creaks on the stair steps and crackling in the walls
even introverted the darkness has a thousand eyes to truly see
even in hiding i cannot hide the from the strong stance stare of the obvious
knowing this, i decide to take a chance to makes bells ring like the freedom flapping of each wing....
....i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress
we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves
i am on a roller coaster ride as i stare endlessly out of the window
the bends reminds me of the nausea of our never ending changes
what i would not give for a sweet dose of organic glory right now
that is what it felt like when we first met
somewhere between fantasy and black paradise, reality and truth tapped us on the shoulder
what died is our merged recognition of reason and our emboldening of The Reason
i guess that is why i turn to isolation as my visibly invisible mistress
in the center of walking the floor over you, i prefer to remember you like this
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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true love's definition is you
at your peak, continuation and forever is flawlessly perfect
even at your lowest, you are just as beautiful to me
i wouldn't change a thing
i still would crown you Queen
no need to question the direction of my heart
for it is always walking in perfectly erect rhythm straight to the Heart of You....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax
once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing
once i had gnats fronting as a jazz band predominately playing dirges
the rhythm was a compulsive liar
the melody was basically a malady
then you came along
you saw me in all chapters of unkempt
you dried my tears
you gave me shelter
you made me pray with you
you Loved me to Wellness
now i am a better man
now i am smelling like lavender and vanilla
now my heart is richer than my many big pictures
now i know the true meaning of Prosperous Gratitude
now i know what it really feels like to be Definitively Loved
Now I Thank God and Give Him Praise For You.....
now i must go and get myself together and get ready
her funeral starts at 11am
her last words to me were 'You Blessed My Life By My Saving Yours'
Treasure The Pleasure Of God's Blessings......
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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no circle in the square root of blood
my nose is a new tourist site
no circle in the square root of blood
my spit is the new crimson river of mass confusion
no circle in the square root of blood
my head has a rowboat with a hole from pulled muscle anchor in it
no circle in the square root of blood
i do what many men refuse to do and pay the price with their life
i called my doctor and made an appointment
it saved my heart
maybe now it can save my mind
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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Marty King Poem
sweet potato pie
my grandmother used to make
i will always miss....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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true acceptance lies
within the realm of thyself
just be who you are
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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birthdays ARE special
and not "just another day"
God is Blessing You....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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driving to the beach
with pure anticipation
yearning for release
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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just being lazy
recharging the battery
currents are aging
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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