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Victim of the Kiss of Death

Havoc memories make you say goodbye?
When you was the one keeping lies?
Oh my gosh I have to go-
Go, Go, Go

So you wanna talk?
Wanna take a walk?
I know there are some things incomplete
Lover boy , Romeo... 

I'm still pissed with you
That's the truth
But I know were still in love 
Let us go somewhere and be crazy and cool

Let us be mad and still in love
Lets live to be con artist and criminals to each other
Out the street, laughing with mesmery

Ride with bad graffiti designs
Rob each other hearts and watch the time-
Lets take our money and make black markets filled with promiscuity 

Lets hurt one another to make sweet dessert-
Till Murder solved and prison is held where you know you're guilty
And I am a a victim of your-
Killer Love

Copyright © Abrah Walker | Year Posted 2008


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Simple Rose

Simple Rose beneath her feet
No mature life, full of delicacies
Treasures the insatiable being of mastery
An adventure no longer makes lust weary
The time of Renaissance, Enlightenment, and Romances
She wanted her life to breathe
So each time she comes to lie down with me 
There's feelings of ancient sensuality
So Simple Rose, take me off my feet
And kiss me with thriving myths 
Like a sex and love goddess
And queens with dilution and prowess 
I'm deeply revered by your many confusions for illusions.

Copyright © Abrah Walker | Year Posted 2008

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Surfer Boy:Dead

Bare feet - eating my cereal
Living like the usual
I hear a ring and opened my door
No one was there
So I read my Anatomy book
Till my brain fell out
My cat crawling in my sleep
Heard a ring - no one
Till I turned around and I screamed

It was you- the boy with the blue shirt
That I fell in love with in the beach-
But you drowned 
Why are you here?

" I NEED YOU!"

That is what he said
Next morning - after dawn
He was still on my bed.
Who wants a guy you know who is dead?

I talked to him- He said
I was suppose to be his wife
I can't believe this it is so out of sight-
The reason I'm so alone is that he was suppose to talk to me 
But instead nature was angry when he went to the beach.
Why? Why now you come here to talk to me?

He said: I NEED YOU TO MAKE US STAY TOGETHER FOREVER!!!

I said : Why? This is so like never??

So I figured out what he was trying to say.

Then I said: No There is plenty of guys that want me anyway!!!

Copyright © Abrah Walker | Year Posted 2008

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Dread

Dizzy and into dead, cemented tears
The cryptic girl burying her hopeless fears
Burying herself alive,
She smells the brown, rotten Earth
She smells death and misery
She smells the scent of hatred in all corners
She tried to go above the grass and scream
She tried and tried
And all she heard was death bells ringing

No one knew- It wasn't her fault 
Her voice grew weaker- She could not talk
She became " The Anomie"
She lost her utopia, woe, and fantasy
She lost everything
She's null to every pace she makes

Everyday, she buries herself
Then come out in the enigmatic dusk
As she loved to smell Earth's malodorous pot
Meaningless meanings - she saw tears on a book
They were pictures of a philistine lover-
A dead man never looked

Copyright © Abrah Walker | Year Posted 2008

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