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Joseph Randall Poem
You cut me here,
without ever saying a word.
Then you twisted and turned,
your knife into a sword.
Then you took back your word,
so now I'm never sure.
Then you took away my soul,
not knowing what it's worth.
So I cut myself,
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
So your dreams washed ashore,
gamma/Micro waves of rain.
There's the life of our pain,
hidden within three words (I love you)
So now you sold my soul,
not knowing that it was cursed.
So I cut myself again
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
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Joseph Randall Poem
This isn't what it seems to be.
You've lost your self behind
thought of me.
Relentless, they won't you sleep.
Infectious, it's hidden there in
your dreams.
A shadow strung across the ground,
Its longing for another
mouth to feed.
I told you we should never be.
Now look into my eyes
while they bleed.
Do you want to break
my heart?
Then get down on your knees
Pray.
You told me that you wanted me too.
One and one and one make three
so let's see.
This feeling, it won't let me go.
so come over here girl,
set me free.
Do you want to break
my heart?
Get down on your knees.
Pray.
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Joseph Randall Poem
How can I, make you move
When I can't find words to describe
how I feel inside, so I cry.
I close my eyes sometimes.
To pacify the time, this fragile
thing called life.
we all have stars in our eyes
some have dreams that died
it shapes the wake of our life's
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Joseph Randall Poem
Hold me in stride with one, nay two left feet.
Our feet tangled so our eyes never meet.
who is to lead with shadows that wallow.
Spinning hand in hand it feeds the hollow.
Equilibrium the measure, the stance.
We watch love grow melodic, eyes entranced.
resilient the floor that bares the load.
Newly beloveds, cloudless their abode.
Two souls in the dance, they move like one.
Destiny the journey, the setting sun.
To walk the walk, they move like lovers do.
After the storm, petals covered in dew.
The measure, the stance their eyes still engaged.
The floor still bares the load, their rhythmic gauge.
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Joseph Randall Poem
what is left of me,
once you have taken all that I am?
what words are left for me to wallow in
after you say goodbye?
in who's arm do I find comfort,
now that mine have been shackled?
how do I say I love you
when I can't bring myself to love again,
or have I ever?
how can I buy your forgiveness,
when there is so much, I cannot afford forget?
To whom do these memories belong to now
if I'm not the person I once claimed to be?
if only Your smile could mend my broken heart.
I would be a fool to heal myself with those who pass me by.
So, I walk backwards now looking for you again.
Trying to find who I was before you left.
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Joseph Randall Poem
Here we are lost in our creation,
lost to all creation.
Take my hand and take a look around me.
just take a look around, see!
Can you see the dead?
The dead are all around me.
The dead are all that I see.
So move, Don't stop.
You have to keep moving,
you just have to keep moving.
The dead, they walk.
their walking all around me
their walking all around see!
Can you hear them talk?
The ambient silence?
The ambulance sirens?
They fear this world.
the code is always sober.
when the cold has taken over.
I hear them talk through,
ambulance sirens. They are
ambient sirens.
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Joseph Randall Poem
I'm blind to the fact that that I know absolutely nothing.
2nd guessing my every first thought. When I'm more then certain
That both can reside in the same idea. Meaning that the 3rd option must be covered in gasoline and caught between two match sticks that can go on strike at any moment. That's combustible thinking with a placard that states I am not to be trusted within 200 feet of an old flame for fear of heat and friction reigniting a smoldering past that lied dormant from lack of communication.
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Joseph Randall Poem
In a wake of fear right here, so unforgiving
and beautifully forgotten again.
I'll remember so you don't have to forget
my name again. so oblivious to all of
our pain.
so we shed our skins again. beloveds
in the next life Ill love you for a lifetime
But today ill stay right here on the dark side of rainbows
theres no telling where the pain goes
and some how we lost our faith
we blame it on the last time there's
no telling where the past dies
we tend to stay right here
lost in our perception with a veil of discretion
In a wake, a wave of fear it carries all the last
times there's no telling when the past died
so today, ill stay right here on the dark side of rainbows
just blowing where the wind goes
there's no shame, no fear right here on the dark side of rainbows
theirs no telling where the pain goes
"please don't let it runaway with me"
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Joseph Randall Poem
I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today.
Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree.
You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be.
why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree.
Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive.
why do i even care now? Its murder in thed first degree.
Time it stops the hurtting thats what they said to me.
why should i even care now? its murder in the first degree.
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Joseph Randall Poem
There's a place without walls
for those that swear that they are floors.
and oh how they died like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
Its not to late to care.
I know a place where we could go.
It feeds on your fear to sooth your soul
here's all the words you were trying to say
its not polite to stare
Oh how you'll die just like the flowers bloom
a bride less vow underneath the full moon
its not to late to run
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