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To Live, To Dream, Being With the Goddess Yet Again
To Live, To Dream, Being With The Goddess Yet Again I walk with trepidation, nine inch nails in my aching soul A grieving ghost, far, far atop a long black telephone pole This ole heart has taken bullets, yet lived to still smile Crawled through cesspool and walked ten thousand miles Fought a mad raging tiger, gouged out its yellow eyes Stole a spaceship and far away into Venus flies Yet your love did me in, I was a snake without any skin A hiding animal, running from world's dark naked sin And that August midnight saw me in a tough city bar Drunk to the gills, fighting three men, how I got my scars But my baby, your cruel lying breakup destroyed the "Me" And into a savage dry desert I did with great haste flee. O' but on some mornings I wake from a most delicious dream. We naked together, in the shower, making up our own great steam. Robert J. Lindley, July1, 1977 Sonnet Note. \ She ripped out my poor soul and then spat upon it Her vicious anger cut me like thousand blades I endured her slicing words, her cruel and vilest stare Then in the end she broke my nose with her last hit. Note- And yes this poem composed based upon my life, a true story. I view myself as lucky to be alive. Her beauty almost killed me. RJL
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