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James Kendrick Poem
You came to me with threats
Claimed I toyed with your heart
Claimed I couldn’t love
Claimed I screwed you from the start
Claimed that I reject you,
when you rejected me
Claimed that I had been so blind
And claimed that you could only see
You said you were going to die
And it was my punishment to be
But I stopped you again
because you meant something to me
I was always there playing the hand unseen,
Guiding controlled fates to spare you of the unclean
I stopped you from being robbed; I forced the ones you loved to care
And when I asked you for a chance all you did was leave me bare
I offered you a place to stay when you were left out as a stray
I gave you a shoulder to cry on and then you turned me away
They say you hurt the ones you love
But I know it isn’t true
If you hurt the ones you loved
It would have been me hurting you
But still I want your happiness
So I write these words you’ll never read,
Because I’m scared that if you saw them
It would be your souls turn to bleed
So now I’m stuck on the cross
It seems the role I always play
Hammering my own nails
To ensure that I stay
I stay my words, I stay my voice
I stay my feelings out of choice
I stay my eyes, I stay my ears
I stay my selfish bitter fears
But I can not stay these god damn hands
from putting thoughts to keys
because if I don’t let them out
they will become my disease
I don’t know how to end it
So I will leave it at this
Because of you my soul is bleeding
My hope became a cyst
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James Kendrick Poem
You mirror the sacred corpse,
with a soul of purest moonglow,
turn my disease to dust,
as i crumble into the watching night,
I fall upwards out of my dreaming lifemare
to drink the poison of your sweet kiss
and fade into the sun
to be reborn among the souls
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James Kendrick Poem
Due to currency i mourn the death of courtesy.
It has spawned greed to help hate, lies, and corruption feed.
Causing the few's wants to be more than the many's needs.
Even children are susceptible to its toxic seed.
When in this world, compassion is just a fantasy.
The never filling void engulfs empathy,
and no one is able to see beyond the word "Me".
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James Kendrick Poem
Not every light can be a savior
So in the darkness i might waver
Talents considered at every seem
But not a one has a redeeming dream
Static gems glisten in blood
A status icon pulled from mud
Those with the power to change are happy where they are
Less for them if we go far
But still ill try to have it all
The power of change is worth the fall
So guide me now wavering light
Give me the power to save in this dark night
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I am an artist in a tortured shell
A tortured soul, a living hell
But I’m so cold it suits me well
A place where only I can dwell
The burning flesh I love the smell
Another loss lets ring the bell
Another day a soul to sell
Another masked story to tell
But like I said I love the place
If I had another life it’d be a waste
Everything is black besides my face
But ill rise to my state of grace
No one can keep up with my pace
So I’ll slow it down it’s not a race
But if I could I’d leave you here
Just like Van Gogh I’ll taint an ear
Like Edgar Allan Poe my dear
I’ll face the darkness without fear
I’ll curse the world but hold you near
A wicked smile an evil sneer
My clockwork may be missing a gear
But like I said I love it here
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Love struck and laid out
something cause a love drought
She is the ghost that haunts my mind
and so she will be left behind
Out of mind and out of self
and so i search for someone else
I want her back, i miss her so
my heart was small but soon will grow
I then return, my search is done
she and i forever one.
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Alone again, alone in time,
and so i sink into my mind.
I chase my dreams to the unknown,
where the blind eye sees
and the souls are grown.
I walk through a white door
that leads to my heart
its shattered, broken,
and all torn apart.
The past is an evisceration picture book
written in braille,
only those who wish to truly see
could understand its tale.
Inside the guilt of innocence
the seeds of future life are sewn,
and within the sins of unity
the first die is cast and stone is thrown
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The color fades from black to gray
but while i sit the needled play.
The junkies, human monkeys, in mass array
seek their new ways to get off today.
Some head to the mall to praise their corporate gods.
While others seek seek sex with any living broads.
The rest are all wrecks that need to be used.
The weak seek the strong, a need to be abused.
The filth parade of human waste
all have a drug and they need the taste.
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My love, my heart, my work of art...
The cost of love is the sacred fall.
A descent from life to bring us all,
a world in pain of fires flame.
The life, the lie, the heroes vain.
The two of hearts forced
into silenced words.
Look at you who cast the blame,
when anger rules the lives you stain.
If either of you sought the best
we wouldn't fear the ears and our words would rest
where they needed to be and we could have avoided this whole mess.
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I bring forth life to vacancy
This vastness is just a place to me
I give you words to place in rhyme
In this world all of you is mine
Neurons fire, sparking birth to flame
I change your path or keep it the same
You are my puppet and i control you
See through your eyes, your sight is mine too
I give you reason, right and wrong
Your rhythmic heart becomes my song
I let you fail your body rot
But i live on you are my thought
My world created to entertain
The mind is god everyone's is the same
Experiencing its self in this never ending game
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