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No Name Nameless Poem
To walk towards a cum stained table and, an empty bottle at the corner
with only loneliness, echoing threw the heart of the cave.
There is only stories to be told, no time for
the scars that carves the hardened skin of a cave.
A voice waiting for a scream to existanse
with nothing to lose, but gain in the society of man.
'Tis not wrong to believe a man,
becomes mad for or because of a woman.
'Tis not wrong to believe a man,
becomes mad for or because of a death.
'Tis the beginning of a conscious decision
to refuse to care, where you should be scared.
Copyright © No Name Nameless | Year Posted 2016
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No Name Nameless Poem
I close my eyes when I think I, feel you I,
think I smell you, I think I see you.
The Goddess Of poetry, so beautifully insane I remember,
the poems, in HIGH CASED letters of ANGELS AND GOD!
they told us he
she dead, but wit' You? I' no' so sure,
There' no lie in you' fire
I remember the letters, you sent,
of famous Lovers and Kings, and
of course I wrote back, I no' Jealous
we never' met.
But under cupids heavy wing
do I say love you, like a man
loves a woman he never smells, never tastes, touch
my words don't cut like daggers on the Strings of reality,
they don't speak of chaos in the war that lovers bring,
only the void that presides,
an acceleration of anxiety and a subjective understanding Of
life
Is my words while you disambiguate
like a drug infused hurt of thousand Illiterate Words like
Life, a four letter word that never saw it's heard in letter'
from you friend, because you was dead.
The poet that wrote uppercase poems of ANGELS AND GOD
But it's for the best
or I' love you more when I sit in my chair
rolling' spliff,
and I hear you' Piss threw the other door
Copyright © No Name Nameless | Year Posted 2016
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