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Blood On the Leaves

Blood on the Leaves

It makes me sad
To think, then mad
To be associated with them,
only by color.
You play us like they judged that man.
The blood on the leaves;
Warm and full of life.
Don’t put that on me, Ricky Bobby.

We lost someone today.
Sad is all this is,
Pushing us 100 years in the past.
I can’t imagine that town’s shame.

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Pray For the Haters

Pray for enemies
Yes, I said that right.
Pray for enemies that are so
Mad, offended, and motivated to fight.
For that means you are a success
-and doing something right.

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Muhammad Ali

I take your look most seriously.
Seriously.
I take that look furiously.
In my journey I be.
Waiting at the finish line I imagine time after time.
Inside wine after wine bottle 
With each key stroke
I wonder 
What you will think.
With each love
In each moment
Its simple to you
But not here
Its easy for you to love me.
But I only know I love writing
And that I’m alone.
I have yet to really meet your beautiful soul.
So if you must smile and walk
Walk smiling up to my front door.
And if you don’t like it cheesy,
Take it easy
-champ. 
You’re the greatest, 
but that’s not poetic
But some things you have to make clear
 so you don’t regret it.

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Sex To Speech

Sex to Speech

I copy your moves 
with pen and paper, 
living lucky to be inside you
inside my mind I dream of reality, 
how could it be that while 
I’m inside of you you’re inside of me.
In my moves I move to you, 
as deep as I can could hurt 
because we just met, 
as sleek as I can I lust this sex.
We don’t need to lock eyes
 in the real or in the mirror, 
we have trust and heartbeats and muscles to feel.
We have me and you
And your yells.
When we change, 
the angle of our now, 
you start to show me your nails, 
taking skin and breaking me from hell.
For then I know, 
that you have more to show.
You haven’t yet begin to show.
Go, go, go, as I take you home.
Okay I say with the second head alone.
Waiting for your earthquake, 
waiting for my hands to shake 
and legs to go numb, 
waiting for you because I am no longer young. 
As sweats combine I pick you up 
and turn you around, 
evac and go down.
When I start to hear your sound, 
I join you at the headboard and 
quickly 
roll like the ocean.
Pounding waves leave me quoting tongues
 with gasping lungs.
Then I go you get a drink 
and I return to you 
-sound asleep.

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How To Say Louisville, Lovers

How you say Louisville

You come into my life without warning
And knock me down to the flooring
My eyes get up before my body
See you standing there looking naughty
I hold out my hand
Pull you down and we roll across the green land
Over the roads and over the trees
Until we get to California and smoke weed
And we fly over the stars
Looking down at the cars
We fly to France
And buy new pants
Then walk the streets
And look on the ground and find some keys
To a car that fits only you and me
And we drive the gas lit street
To a shop where there is a man
And he has a piece of paper in his hand
And a little green
He gives them to us and alittle canteen
We take a drink
And start to think
And smoke a little
And fly back over the puddle
Land as high as fools
Back in Louisville.

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Lovers Muse

Lovers muse
Movers luse
Movers seul
Seul Movers

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I Remember :Dementia

I Remember

Walks do no good any more
And soon we will be moving
Closer to the kids
Closer to the help.
I can’t do it all by myself.
I can’t.
Gravity is constant but I fear dementia
-is not.
How much longer will it take before she has completely forgot
-me.
Was it worth a lifetime with?
Yes.
And I remember.

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My Love Is Like An Upside Down Iceburg

I leave it on the page, 
more so than in my words, 
my love is like an upside down iceberg.
I burn blue with cold, 
and I feel the undercurrent, 
but I leave more in the air and hope that it’s current.
These stanzas and rhyme schemes
 mean the world to me 
but I don’t know what they say, 
are you the girl for me?
If I doubt that means I care, 
or atleast I think it does 
-though I don’t like to go there.
A few more lines for the thought, 
no matter what 
my love, still burns hot.
-like a volcano,
Or the sun, though not like in other poems
That is the ice that I could never show um’.
The ice that everyone knows and loves, 
you have to wait for, 
and you have to get wet to explore.

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Brennan An Irish Rock Star Living In the States

He will rise in the morning with
	A can in his hand, wondering
-why he left his beloved home.

He comforts the streets, park benches, and bars
	At nights, asking for change 
-in-between fights.

At home, his Irish spirit, he is a star
	They still sing songs of his glory,
-can you hear it from this far?

He is neither here nor there, if he had a ticket
	He might not go back,
-but then again he might.
I guess it would depend on the night.

Sometimes the shame is too much to bare,
	But he still says leave me alone
-and dreams of an Irish Dar. 
“Let them imagine my glory,
I wouldn’t want to crush my own story.”
He smiles and drifts away.

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Write Happy

Planes fly higher and higher
I see them sometimes
Looking threw my third eye
I wave but the people are to too high.

If they could see me I’ll tell you what they’d find
A man with his hand out his pockets
And fingers on the grind.
I smile at my computer if only if only there was a camera in there
I would make people feel homey,
Like a chicken pocks scare.

Yes, I am.
No expectations left at my door.
And no sprite sticking me to the floor.
I fly in my home, sliding over the hardwood
Only asking for more time
Let me live these days
Over and over is what I pray
And those who make me smile are who I praise.

So I keep the best company on gravel and on the web
Happy as a pirate with a new wooden leg.

Life is not meant to be thought about in the past
Life is for now, and it won’t last.
So smile,
And kick your troubles in the ass.

I smile in public because I know they are away
From their problems for at least a conversation
With me - it should be filmed,
We are the new cast of Glee.