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Misty Lackey Poem
Dive inside the rainbow
fill your hair up with
sorrow.
Let go of the wind and
follow the sound of
haunting wolves.
Let your demons collapse
you, and your bitter angels
astounded words from
your holly lips.
Green leaves sailing across
the heaven sky.
I sometimes wish I was free
falling never looking down
just spreading my wings making
lonely dove sounds.
Holly sea where does the
sunset cry?
Why must we rain again?
Our broken rocks are
breathing.
Under us this sand and
toll.
Thunder is a rolling in
better turn your eyes
toward the north.
Save the wind.
Mother Earth,
if I could have just one more day,
I would change the weather for a better way.
I am a rose and a sailor,
cold and torn, but I win
the fragrant color, the lessons
blend as one.
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Bodies in
a bag.
Wires in
ghostly white
light.
Souls wearing
hearts of
gold.
Knives edged
purposely against
your skull.
A gratitude feel
to end this life
tonight
but stay.
Hold the flower
in your breath
and fear lonely tears.
I believe in you
a shell in the
sand left with nothing
but the sun blinding you.
Scorn white snow in
December have desire.
Another wants you.
Alone I wait on a bed
of nails desperately
wanting to surrender
this night instead
your heavens kept you
locked under this world
of the dying.
I can't keep your thorns
safe.
Beyond this life seeking
your truth.
Knives carved in
the shape of your
heart.
Blood on the whiskey
black moon grave.
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Misty Lackey Poem
By: Misty and Dwayne Lackey
Here is a poem My husband and I wrote together.
Painted on the walls of righteousness
is a heart that is black and cold.
Gold closed your sad eyes.
Find the lies inside a mold.
Crush your mind and create.
A flower of yesterday's dream.
A seed without peace
is a voice so dark inside a scream.
Petals dull and pale.
Born a lost tear.
Cries of a tortured soul
entangled in an orchard of fear.
Shells dangling from moonlight night.
Stars fall silent and dear.
Paper cups for the sun's pillow,
drink of a thousand thirsty men.
Glass captured the reaper.
Crackle the soul of death.
Piece together your misery.
Your pure heart lies softly within,
nestled.
Whirling through the wind
invisible strings
pulling life.
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Bob Dylan's french kiss
mixed with plastic soda
and beans.
Drinking solid newspaper
jeans young girl wants
to be inside the scream.
Fade to color
the scene
turns black.
Attack of the bees
honey singing to
the cows.
I want to be your
makeup girl we can
sing until the sun
blows pearls.
Bubbles blowing
the doors of candles.
Music flames for
our butterflies.
Wear the note
and the french kiss
danced from the moonlight
of your tongue.
Restless angels.
Love's arrows.
Swing to me again
and tangle the breeze
with your magic covered
stick.
Butter meets the melt.
Heat for the present day.
Summer hot babes
but your tongue is born
to rain.
Falling the swift stars
of earth.
Shining the lips of
silver wrapped for
presents of skin.
Piece by piece
young virgin sleeps.
Reminder you can dance
like a cat and lick your last
bones.
Lock up the chains and
sleep with the fire's night
light on.
Dylan the star of the belt
hold the tie and loop through
the fabric of teeth.
Soft like your hair between
the two chairs.
I want to be your shampoo
between your french kiss
young blood and perfume.
Fresh night moon shining
under the black sweet
truth.
Two blue shoes on your
last history feet.
Walk on the sun and listen
to your heart beating spots
of tragic age or a sweet voice
blessed us and we know the
last ride home is you.
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Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot
near the end sorry.
Painted girls tossed in the air
hiding spoken truth.
Guitars bleached their long
silk hair.
I played with civil war's eternity
dust and held your wings
in the air's trust.
Catching butterfly spots.
Rainbow cream pies.
Remorse hides behind
deep pain.
I hide behind lonely eyes.
Everything is pretty between
your painted purple cream
but the dirty laundry
fades and degrades our
freedom's insane frame.
Bombs ticking away on
the side of years.
Dust a model that paints
the sun and once the art
is done, dead inside
an antique bottle,
we will all be like
your dead zebra broken
by the giraffe's dirty ear.
Silver through the nostrils
and we plucked out our
seed under the dirt, cheap
from the monkey paw.
A buried bone sticks through
born eyes and we believe
our giraffe ear has a bad
infection or a near reaction
to save God from taking our
land.
We must not hide.
Bones will fly just like
lonely spirit's suicide
and nature kept
the glory, our key.
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What is a soul without
arms to hold?
What is wings without
angels to fold the
true meaning of life
that is born and told?
All wombs are silent and
there is no voice for
sleeping when the eyes
hold vision to the world
you have to wonder how
far is Heaven and what
is life's road?
Heavy minds think alike.
We have to bond to the
grieving for we love Steve
so much we just can't help
but believing he left something
behind for all of us to see
that animals are beautiful.
Steve's beautiful children
and a loving wife he left
something to us all a gift
nobody else could give.
Who would pick up a snake
or wrestle with a crocodile
I see no other but
a heart like Steve thank you
for the journey you gave a lot
to dream.
Now that you are gone to Heaven
I feel closer to you then ever before
your soul is shining bright by God's heavenly shore.
You had a heart that would cover the world
I can feel this in your spirit
you are resting peacefully with the Lord.
(Thank you Steve Irwin for loving the animals and showing your true love to the
world. Hello up there I know you are listening.)
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All this crap
parading our
souls makes you
wonder is a princess
better than gold?
Are you good enough?
A solid girl without
a heart of glass.
You cry so many nights
is it worth the task?
Your eyes are pretty,
hair flows like beauty
with the sun.
I see your heart and
now you tell your God
I can love him even
though he leaves me alone
in a distant run.
Run sweet girl
burn.
Your lesson is
learned.
Fall on his breath
and save his lost
sin.
He is all that you
have and you are
gold or a no one.
Afraid to love
and be without.
A ghost walking streets
lonely, sacred, and
beat.
No shelter for
the heat.
I see your wings
battered and torn.
Every lesson is learned
and your heart yearns.
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Playing mind games
with my mind.
Wet puzzles glued
with Frankenstein's
brain.
Rustled paper.
Kindergarten hands.
Round crisp newspaper
faces that look familiar
to me.
Painted bowls.
Rose's stems.
12th grade rulers.
Now I long for
those school year
days.
Plastic glue carved
around the art teacher's
head a masterpiece.
Erasers for our tongue
and we learned how to
speak ABC language.
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Back against the wall
sores inflames my
soul.
Tiny pores cutting me
loose.
I feel like I am hanging
on a noose.
Water walks through
my brain.
Feel like a socket on
a lonely train.
Time to turn loose
this trigger and blame
the dirty dust that corrodes
this rain.
Blow the filth away.
Ride high and place
fingers on holes that
left me destroyed by
air.
What is earth?
A lonely piece of
worth.
When is this disease
going to go away?
I pull the trigger and
end the day.
Inside this fast moving
bullet an escape artist going
mad.
I have fled skin disorder
an itch that is red.
Torn from the inside and
out.
Twisted about.
A bullet in the wind
the last trigger boom
rigid belief.
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Vampire rose keeper
of the wind her
black tongue
weather fair like
the moon's skin.
Lips wired to doors.
Winter cup sold for
the lonely door.
Tears a reminder
for the pain.
Cast your stone
and breathe in vain.
Destruction the bee's
spring scent.
Age of desire the
lustful one bent
for sin and flame
alone in a dirty
vase.
Eye's decay
vision.
A disease on the skin.
Life is blind to
see another born
soul resting with eternal
wind's sky secrets
sold.
Afraid to die.
A coffee morning glass sad.
Butterfly wing half empty,
wide awake.
A kiss from the cat
and needles sand
the air.
Orange and apple
skulls fake like the
hair from Elvis and
Dylan.
Doll your mind and
the rose is heaven.
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