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Zachary Perry Poem
I'm goin' down, this lonesome highway.
Where it's takin' me isn't sittin' quite right.
I think I'm lost and the snow's gonna get me,
As far as I can see it all lies in front of me.
But one day I'm gonna get mine baby,
one day I'm gonna get mine.
One day I'm gonna get mine baby...in good time.
I'm goin' slowly through this dark region.
It's hard not to reflect on all of my sin.
It's gettin' cold I need you to hold me,
This time and place is not where I should be...
But one day I'm gonna get mine baby,
one day I'm gonna get mine.
One day I'm gonna get mine baby...in good time.
If I turn around I'll be facin' what I have seen.
Seein' it twice might make me go insane.
I'm gettin close I can see it standin' in my way
At the days end it's another place I can not stay
(if you read them right, everyone will relate)
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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Zachary Perry Poem
I'm forever thankful for my left hand
I am pleased to be the sad inside the man...
Disipline and misery
Vaceline makes sex easy.
Thinner than a paper plate,
I'm thankful for this angst and hate.
Feverish and incolence,
I've an itch with innocence.
Stuffing faces-vulger thoughts,
of happy days and blood shot eyes.
I'm forever thankful for my left hand.
Guns arent for me,
sissors instead,
Crack in pile, now time for bed.
I'm a raison in the son,
You're my serpant with scales that run.
Pages that turn make fantacy's
I'm as small as the light on me.
I'm as free as a beast can be.
There's nothing like the useless me.
Unless this road goes anyother way,
I'll take a chance and forget today.
Like a mother holds her young,
I hold my breath each time I'm done.
I'm forever thankful for my left hand.
It made me the man that I pathetically am
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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Zachary Perry Poem
Speaking to the spider webs.
I drink to them all night long.
And they capture all that I say,
So if you ever come along,
You can hear where I have gone.
It's a long way back home
It's a long way from where I've been
I get there and see spider webs.
They say I'm without a home.
I'm shuned by the ones I loved,
and stuck with nothing to do
In a place where I don't belong.
It's a long way back home
Where I thought I was from
Spending time with spiderwebs
Is the only thing like home
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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Zachary Perry Poem
It's hard to breathe when you can't feel your feet
It's easy to see when you're as close to it as me
When your lungs are filled with water,
and you start breakin' down,
Then you can come talk to me
That's when you can talk to me
But until your skin begins to burn,
and your heart begins to yern,
just turn around, just turn around
Reach deep inside until you feel that pain in your gut
Give it a twist and try to walk a line as your mind's in a rut
Try to smile as someone passes you bye.
If you can say you're fine without breakin' down,
Then you can come talk to me
That's when it's fine by me
But until your skin begins to burn,
and your heart begins to yern,
When your left beggin for more
and you're breakin' down and feelin' ground....
Don't even talk to me
Don't you dare acknowledge me
Don't you sit next to me
Until you're as weak as you can be
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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Zachary Perry Poem
Sweat
Feel her breath,
Be the seed.
Taste the beads of sweat running down her chest.
Feel her breath,
Dampining the side of your neck.
Taste the bittersweet conviction as she pretends this day is plain
Sorrow, so sorry
I'm to beaten to worry.
Sorrow, so sorry
I can't touch you my virgin Marry.
Look at her eyes.
Your reflection deep inside those forever brown eyes.
Why are you afraid, those eyes?
What've you done to those eyes?
Sorrow, so sorry
To worn out to worry.
Sorrow, so sorry
Goodbye my virgin Marry.
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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