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Let's Be Friends

Let's be friends...

We can walk down this road
and see where it leads to

Let's be friends...

We can do what feels right
and share what we need to

Let's be friends...

We can trust it's the tree
from which our destiny grows

Let's be friends...

We can let fate decide
where our hearts want to go

Let's be friends...

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These Bare Walls

On these bare walls 
there once hung
artwork that was picked by you,
which you'd then picked over,
leaving only a needlepoint 
your mother made for our wedding 
and a picture an alcoholic friend gave you
of a bear

How ironic now, 
it seems, they're not so bare
since I've hung a painting of
dancing bears on the bare wall where 
I took down the needlepoint
and a butterfly, 
in the bare spot you left
by the front door

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Edgar's Ink

In homage to Mr Poe....


He dreamt a dream, 
a violent vignette 
a sorry scene, 
he could not forget

He rose from his rest
and bolted the bed,
but the visions he'd viewed
would not leave his head

He set to scribbling
those terrible thoughts,
thinking that would
be the release he sought

He penned a poem
of the saddest sorrow,
a vivid volume
of terrible tomorrows 

He wrote those words
in an ink of tears,
with a pen of pain,
on a sheaf of fears

He trusted those thoughts
would salve his soul
so he'd sleep soundly
in his hole

But when he woke
again next night,
his heart now had
a fearful fright 

He saw in waking
the very scene
that'd in his sleep
afore he'd seen

As he looked on
his horror grew
and as he watched
'twas then he knew

Now, in his room
the dream did dwell;
it truly held
him in its spell

This cursed vision
of fear and fright
now ruled his mind
both day and night

But then, he saw
the candle burn
and his fevered thoughts 
began to turn

He took the pages
that he did write 
and held them to
the candlelight

The words began 
to dance about
and leapt from the page
with a mournful shout
 
The pages then
burst into flames
and ran round him
chanting names

'Oh Lucifer,
Beelzebub, 
Sammael
and Belial'

'Baphomet,
Mastema, 
Lilith and
Azazel'

The words whirled round
and round his head
as he lay quivering 
in his bed

And as he watched,
he came to see
his own body
floating free

He began to spin
at such a pace
no longer did
he know his place

He'd spun so fast
by this evil's throttle
he turned to liquid
and was quickly bottled

And now he waits,
he sits and thinks
of when another
will use that ink

To write a poem
of pity and pain,
so he may yet
be freed again

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Viral

Thoughts 
    and 
  feelings
 on a 
   downward 
 spiral,
now 
  that's 
what's 
  truly, 
   going 
viral

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To Be Your Hummingbird

Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour

To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you

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Pierce Deeply, Cupid

I stand beneath a moon so bright
and ask for you to hear my plight 

I yearn to know my love's delights
for that, I'd wait a thousand nights 

My plea is gentle and polite 
my wish is simple and forthright

I need your help, oh wondrous sprite
to bind our hearts, forever tight 

I pray my lover's heart's your sight
and trust your aim be true and right 

I beg you, stretch your bow string tight
and send your arrow on its flight

Pierce deeply, Cupid, this I write
and make our love come true this night

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Im-Perfect World

Sadly, some women don't like to see their men bald
And by others, if you're bearded, well you'll never get called
Then there're the ones that only like their men tall
But some only like guys if they're really quite small
Some only want you if you know how to dance,
If you can't do the tango, then you don't get a chance
There's ones that want to ride on the back of a Harley
If you don't have one, don't even think of her, Charlie!
Some want to travel, of course, if you're paying
not all, I concede, but still, I'm just saying...
The list can be long, for some of these ladies
Including your choice of a car - can you say, Mercedes!
You can't be a smoker, a gambler or drinker, 
An artist, musician, or worse; a deep thinker!

Ahem, well anyways, fellows, it does work both ways;
We can also have preferences at the end of the day!
We might like them thinner than they'd like to be,
We might like them shorter, well at least shorter than me!
We may want them to like hockey and baseball and sports
And also look nice in a cute pair of shorts
Some fellows may want a lady who still likes to run
while others just want a companion for fun
Some guys want their ladies to be really rich  
While most are just wishing that she's not a real...

Which brings me, I guess, to the point of this verse,
And it's not that I'm mad and I feel I could curse
But if we want someone really nice to come nearer,
We should first take a really long look in the mirror!

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David's Moustache

“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?” 

David Brown, August 12, 2015

David had a moustache
It covered his lips
It grew and it grew
Till it reached to his hips

It flapped in the breeze
And it frightened small dogs
In the winter it would freeze
And in the summer catch frogs

His friend Juliet, well
She begged him to trim it
She said that his moustache
Had gone way past the limit

He hemmed and he hawed
And he dithered and dathered
But the moustache said 'No!
I will never be lathered!'

Juliet would not waver
She said 'It must go!'
‘It may have looked like your dad's,
but that was MANY years ago!’

The moustache, it quivered
It trembled and dropped
It knew Juliet was a woman
Who couldn't be stopped

It said 'Goodbye David
you will surely be missed,
but your lip must get naked
If you want to get kissed!’

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Algiatry

When hurt is embedded, so deeply within
how does one remove it, where do they begin?

The decay begins slowly, when a life starts a-rotting
and it cannot be changed by planning or plotting

It's not be chased, nor coaxed from it's lair,
not left to escape and vanish into thin air

It can't be extinguished as a fire with a blanket,
nor hammered into shape like coins with a planchet

It can't be wiped as from the eye like a mote,
or scraped like a barnacle from the hull of a boat

It cannot be pulled from the soul like a cord
or hewn as a rope by the blade of a sword

It can't be excised like a malignant lump,
nor can it be carted away to the dump

It can only be moved with love and compassion,
with time and with care, there is no other fashion

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Measure Me, Treasure Me

Measure me fairly, if you must
but gauge me now, before I'm dust
For when I'm gone, I'll seem ideal
though that'd be far, from what was real
So better then to see me truly,
assess me closely, regard me coolly
You'll see my good, you'll see my bad
you'll see me happy, you'll see me sad
And if you love me, you'll accept
I'm but a man and imperfect
With all my flaws and talents too,
you'll see in me, what's seen in you
A caring, kind and gentle treasure,
if love for you, is what you measure