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Hey There

Giving so much 
I can't see you
There
with your husband4
That should be me
We tested the waters and the great sea
found a sailor.
Nearby I fixed the dog: he'll never love again
Lusting beast, he'll never love again.
I found an old picture of you when our lives crossed
never intertwined, a brief crossing it was
Strange but I cannot recall anything now
before you left;
I asked myself if I could ever die when I'm so much in love?
Everthing dies.
It is so simple.


Impressions Upon Rising

Alone and tired of saving face, I rise and stretch my decay.
Trodden upon and denied so many times
I can't even feel for children anymore.
But the money is good and God is still alive somewhere
but not in my heart.
Me to myself and Shannon would have been a beautiful name for our little girl.
Heart beating faster everyday moving towards the next death.
Oneday, one of us will see the other and not say anything,
and I will write you and tell you about it.
The Story of my Life.
Impress me, junkies, regress me you sons of es,.
Tell me some jokes that liven the air or just make smile.
It's been so long since I've been me.
Love?
Only hairy girls and fun loving jaunts
Kiss me again or else, you and I rise from our nuptual bed.
I want to tongue your insides and make you starve for my love.
Take your heart out and grease it with semen then kick it to Mars.  
Just puncture a lung, twist and fold it till it hurts, like mine everyday,
line your stomach with LSD and watch you writhe in the brilliance of Christ.
Then piss all over you as you beg for more.
Love is a bad lettered word, love is a bad ing thing.
Can't you see the sun or the moon in the lightest times?
Up where only souls dance and bodies are never touched
past the darkness and the lightning.
No storms, no foul air.
Mene are men and women aren't.
I loce being here without you yet with you everytime I dream
on your missing face without change.
Beginning the day is not a chore hut ending everyday, I cower in fear.
Tonight I die, the frozen find, I breathe no more.


Screaming Pen

Tonality symphony dreams and Christians parking cars.
Tactless taco shells, posted up in the endless nightbreeze.
All are viewed in the dreary mist, we could yet be disgraced or misplaced by the end of the day.
Night falls fast so it is said, don't let anyone get in front of your confrontation.
I should come to realize someday, in the last hours that there was one thing
I always wanted to do, but never did.
But if for the sheer impossibility, then we'll let it be finished,
by the time it is done.
Unless we capture the rapture, we'll never see it overdone.

ENUFF PAPR

There's enuff papr to write enuff books
to fill enuff libraries
to educate enuff people
about enuff problems
to start enuff rebellions.
ENUFF IS ENUFF.
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