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Dylan Baker Poem
A single father understanding the beauty of raising a daughter
mother didn't bother left him with lonliness standing at the alter
atleast this little sentimental infant is his
her birthday a few days before a now more valuable Christmas
the first required a high chair, and the treat wound up everywhere
one of our precious moments, and I enjoyed my cake
Soon she started walking, but only with me right behind
eats things she shouldn't, and sometimes my keys I can't find
babies cry overcomes comfort due to developing teeth
I hate seein' her down round the time to put up the wreath
onl a booster seat needed, still can tickle her little feet
together forever we laugh, and I enjoyed my cake
My eyes look bruised, now first hand are the terrible twos
yet the heart feels so much, I don't even hear the blues
happy birthday to her in my finest harmony
as she blows out the candles one, two, three
this year seated happily on my knee
kissed her heavenily forehead, and I enjoyed my cake
Mom suddenly risen from whatever cellar she was imprisioned
delivered a court order with precision, tears now my only vision
seems she won a custody case, one where they didn't have to see my face
I batter a batch in an attempt to satisfy my sadness
little did I know it would soon lead to my madness
for four days I sit in distress, alone, with no cake.
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Just over two hours in,
all your endorphins are set to perma-grin
both sinfully spilling potions,
and emotionally losing composure
inches from your passion filled eyes,
now incapable of conjuring any lies
five fingers filled in strawberry blonde,
quivering spells like that of a magic wand
our breaths seemingly syncronized,
bodies entwined dearly, nearly mezmorized
delicious, coming true emotional wishes,
several positions, never stopping the kisses
soul searching possibly over,
did I finally pick my four leaf clover
reviving my love once as a leak,
now euphorically pours
as I hear a whisper in my ear
an angel speaks,
"I'm all yours"
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I never ration passion when with a woman
thats why the crash happens, alway so sudden
emotional thoughts not chopped up in levels
easily taken and taught by blonde beautiful devils
actively giving up living until the very end
handing over my heart, hers now to apprehend
stuck, pretending like myself I can control
stuck, defending a dependantly sickened soul
love flies far too high then dies
catches my empire on fire from lies
disguised cries to hide the surprise
disappearing a feeling I had in my eyes
peeling away days of salty decay
hoping a new man will awaken someday
eloping to a path that takes me away
to maintain faith, keep the demons at bay, and pray.
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With the sky now theirs,
and blackened shadows everywhere
who defends this atmospheric layer,
as other flocks never dare
rarely overthrown,
as they will take blood out on one of their own
harvest of speak is by killing the weak,
protecting the impact of a predatorial leak
but be blessed with an infestation,
and your state will stay in aberration
poets pose this unmistakable label,
pulling thy beak deep from out thy fable
the forever hovering hay man on a stick,
wasn't enough to scare these crows
I'll just enjoy the flight of the click,
the murder soars,
as the murder grows.
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she is screaming
he is laughing
baby is crying
feelings are slipping
I am watching
the hand is slapping
she is falling
he's still laughing
I'm now crying
she is rising
he is pushing
I am fleeing
baby still crying
she is bleeding
he is kicking
I am flying
she's not breating
he is seeing
he's now crying
I'm now calling
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