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somewhere

somewhere among the shaded trees this version of Tuesday

I hate chores

Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing

ghosts in my walls

“do it”
“ no one would notice”
“it’s just a scratch”
“ your overacting”
“superficial”
whispers, mumbles 
when i’m alone
they never leave
never will
so i will not sleep
never, never will
when i can hear the ghosts in my walls.

Tears of the Dragon

I believed that darkness was all consuming
wouldn't dare look up and dream

Entranced by depths of a sea beckoning
bewitched ~ transfixed

I didn't believe the sun would rise
and shine for me ~ rather ...

I believed in the tears of the dragon
a monster hovering over me

I believed in the tears of a captive heart
beached wounded and lame
with flightless

What My Smile Hides

What My Smile Hides 

See the blood in my hands
Think the wounds that he has
I try this path to avoid
Guess all that hate n anger filled the void
For look a volcano my temper explode 

I'm behind bars of pain and regret
Yet my heart and soul fight to forget
For all this is happening in my head
Father

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

PTSD

 Piano treads secret doors,
unlike stubborn antique drawals,
once we open which was closed,
disrupts dust & cobwebs composed.
I don't need a harpoon sinking in
when my heart and liver's a rage
of alcohol and feel good haze
better than a chill with blankets,
Another day of no motivation.
Lost in a time I had sleeping in
and would never leave for 3

Tears of the Dragon

I can’t believe I once believed
that dragons could shed tears—
a time when my mind was robed
in the fragile cloth of childhood.

I wandered alleys where clouds bent low,
pressing their weight upon my skull.
Shadows snapped at my heels like starving dogs,
my heart swung loose inside my throat.
The tremor in my boots chained me still,
and every thought I

Do Tell

Tarot card's, reading palms and  spiritual crystals~
mythical tales told, and mystical  practiced rituals~
Witches, sorcery, casting spells~
Shooting stars and wishing wells~
Superstition, religion, or three chiming tower bells~ 
Heavenly halo's, ghostly ghoul's and fiery hells~


                    

newspaper business has brought us far

newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from    huge clouds cultivated
but we live on        twisted lips to build
something for              those coming in
oh you who love   

Romance and Vampires

Romance and Vampires

Jailer's Time

Evil little faces
In little evil places 

come in from many cases
Behind the glass door mazes, do we really make changes?

Do they actually change us?
 I walk by the metal cages, I've come to feel the same spaces 

Humbly, I have to say this
We are all on borrowed time still

PINK FLOYD SAID

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[Verse 1]
Pink Floyd said,
“All you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.”
Do you believe it?
How can that be?
A world in which there
Are no dreams,
Where everything
Is only as it seems—
Was Pink kidding me?
If God is dead
And dreams don’t exist,
If love’s a farce
Then I’m set adrift…
It's hard to breathe,
I got to breathe.

[Chorus]
'Cause I

Fool's Errand

I wonder after his black spectacles,
if I could recognize his phantom's scare
by his bandy left foot, something he'd wear:
constrictor turtlenecks, cowboy buckles
his trials decided by flayed knuckles
his tombstone eyes, the depth of night they bear.
I wonder at the factors of his fear
as I adorn him with cherry jewels.

Your bass breathes, haply, the contents of love;
it

TRAPIN

IVE BEEN TRAPPIN
NOT HOLDING BACK
FEELING THE BASS
MAKES ME WANT TO SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE
GOT THAT CHAIN ON ME
A LIL BIT OF BLANG
THERES SO MUH VIOLENCE 
IN MY BLOOD
JUST BECAUSE I'VE BEEN TRAPIN

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