Long Reep Poems
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i woke this morning at about three
for something had surley taken over me
what ever it was i was'nt sure
but it was somthing i've never felt before
i cant really explain how it made me feel
first in a cold sweat then with chills
eyes wide open and out of breath
it was so hard to get a hold of myself
i sat up on the edege of the bed
and tried to get these vissions out of my head
still half awake and about to scream
when i realize that it;s just a dream
yet im still sitting here wondering why
there is so much fear when i close my eyes
i was told what you sow you will reep
but never knew it would haunt me in my sleep
i figure if i cant find peace at night
then something in my life just aint right
therefore
i ask for forgiveness everynite in my prayers
so i wont be awaken by these hellish nightmares
It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
As this life now quickly drifts away,
I'm unable to look around and say,
Look at all the difference I've made...
Sewn is the carnage I now reep today..
The fields I'm forced to work, like a nineteenth century slave;
With only my two bare hands
under a sun of a southern summer day...
My sweat pouring down like a thunderstorm drops it's rain;
As every new day leaves, more and more pain.
Captured are all the moments that created this disarray...
Ignored was the spiraling, from all your mindless yesterday's ;
That now lies before you, like a body in full decay...