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Shane Hart Poem
Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I realize was
Disrespecting your love
Your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Your love
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
Right now
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
Your love
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been
your love
Right now
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow
Copyright © Shane Hart | Year Posted 2013
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Shane Hart Poem
I am emotionally unstable,
From being wrapped in the clutching grips of this mental psychosis.
I am now vulnerable to the plague of self infliction,
driving me towards one of my many addictions.
Allow me to pick my own poisons and ravage my own mind to
Free me of those thoughts that begin with happiness
But unfortunately and all too frequently end in time.
These embarrassing and disgusting thoughts of my insecurity
Are only fueled by my minds certainty,
That the further I plummet into your egos vulnerability
I will be exhausted by your truth.
This is my reality.
My heart has been poisoned all while my mind has been victimized.
Taken for granted by your cold acknowledgments and yet still this insatiable need for you
In one word is Asinine.
My cancerous wounds being wrapped and saturated with your ointment,
Healed…By you simply calling my name.
I am fully aware of the consequences that will condemn me
By rekindling your flame.
The validity of my former understandings of right from wrong
Have taken a turn in a direction where the nights are long
And as the cold settles in my bones I pray for dawn,
where my hopes paint scenes of a past that’s not all gone.
See I know that with every ending starts with a new beginning
And I have sampled quite a portion of those fish in the sea
And believe me, I have no problem scooping up another fine dime piece
That would do almost anything to ride with me
But physical contact has its limitations
It’s was our mental aspect that inspired my aspirations
It was knowing that your rock was strong and
I could lean on you when I had been on my feet too long
But that is my issue…what I thought I knew was wrong.
So now I smash and shatter through this reality
Stuffy with head pressure like a bad case of seasonal allergies
A feeling of panic deep in the pit of my gut
My soul is being crippled from being a fool..
And not giving you up.
Copyright © Shane Hart | Year Posted 2013
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Shane Hart Poem
This young man had potential.
Had, is the word that was expressed through your objective opinions.
You feel that because this young man is where he stands,
Maybe on the corner with a skull cap and stones in his hands, that all is lost.
But this young man is potential.
Before you crucify his existence try to share his hunger pains.
You can’t feel the emptiness deep within his heart.
You didn’t witness the little white baggies that give his mom a spark.
You never had to pull the hype from a vein of an overdosed family member playing this game.
Yet your judgments are quick, critical and cynical.
This young man is unbelievable.
He has the strength to get up and move forward with whatever today will bring.
He is missing the appropriate mentors to help guide him in the “right” direction.
But your “right” direction is smoke and mirrors to his reality.
This young man’s foundation is cracked and now his temple is leaning.
Even you needed help at some point in your life when your soul was screaming.
To help you get through those long, lonely, sleepless nights.
Your criticism is contagious and spreads like a wild fire.
I don’t justify the crimes committed.
But I understand having to make a choice a live with it.
Copyright © Shane Hart | Year Posted 2013
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Shane Hart Poem
Your expression fills me with warmth one can only receive from the sun.
The subtle quivering of your lips lets me know that I am that one.
Your eyes, like nectar guides direct me to our consummation.
The sweet fragrance of your skin is the cause of this intoxication.
Your petals are delicate and dance under moon light like nobody's watching.
The tides of your sea have risen and off the bows plank my heart is falling.
Your words float like a butterflies wings in the still of the night.
The realization that our soaring souls have become entangled,
And nothing can stop our flight.
You...
I know you, sensual goddess of my world.
But who am I?
Who am I to feel privileged enough to accept this beautiful creature?
When we walk hand in clammy, sweaty hand I am admiring every beautiful feature.
To transcend from my previous cold and dark labyrinth makes me feel so free.
It is your expression, your eyes, your petals and your words that amaze me.
It is the quivering of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, the tides of your sea and the realization...
That we were meant to be...
Copyright © Shane Hart | Year Posted 2013
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