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Indecisions hide like bats in the echoes of the cave
Uncertainty sips from the acidic river
Vinegar seeping between the crushed bones and sharp nerves
Isolation and desolation are thumbs ripped from each hand
And the rattle lingers in the corner of the ear drum

Dismay is tucked away behind a faded curtain
Flaws stick to me like starving fleas
Substance is the saliva dripping from the piranha’s teeth
The equilibrium inside me wakes up the storm
And the rattle parades in a rhythm that disturbs the haze

Symptoms of a nontransparent disease spread
Inside the soliloquy the cage embraces the thunder
Murmurs and grumbles tremble with fright
Theology and myths walking in unison
And the rattle pounds like a headache

Butchered insults and splinters drive three inches through my anger
Crude laughs and vicious skies open up pouring sadness
Exasperation drags my eyelids through the dirt
Sorrow is a creek that I cleanse the silence
And the rattle pierces my aching skin

And I lay here with the rattle in the cage soothing the emptiness

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Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

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Dipping fingers in the cardinal sin

Centipedes gnawing on thin bones

Speaking with a ferocious tongue

A political speech for the hungry

Civilians bodies are spread out

Fistfuls of pennies are raised

No questions from the peasants

Walking up Scarlet Hill without armor

Surrounded by faith and emptiness

Glory and revenge are gripped

A rising battle among the defeated

Mothers pride fades away

Destroying a lost crusade

Hailing to the sovereign minister

Prayers becoming a fixture

A shrewd dictator of millions

Disregarding what humans want

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I can only give you what you want if you speak your mind

I can only give you what you need if you speak up

I can only love all of you if you share all of yourself

I can only give you what you want if you

open up

I can only give you what you need If you reveal your true self

I can only love all of you if you release the beauty inside

I can only give you what you want if you show me who you are

I can only give you want you need if you throw away your fears

I can only love all of you if you let me see the real you

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Standing up against your accusations

Walking away from your allegations

Disgusted by your fabrications

Joining the drama free nation

Shaking my head at your obligations

Reading more into the creations

Stability is a lost sensation

Laughing at your ill advised temptations

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Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

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I’m lost

in the translucent visual

I’m wrapped

too much into fantasy

I’m engaged

in to what isn’t happening

I’m staring

at the colors in my head

I’m laced

up in sexuality and wonder

I’m walking

through a wet and hazy dream

I’m feeling

so many hands reaching for me

I’m aching

for the sweat to never disappear

I’m ignoring

the parts to the puzzle

I’m chasing

the river next to the sunset

I’m bleeding

from the knife of reality

I’m recognizing

the shadows of emptiness

I’m wanting

what does not exist

I’m needing

the hands of wishes

I’m starving

for what others possess

I’m craving

for what I don’t have

I’m stalking

the landscape in my head

I’m writing

for what is missing

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Even the Devil himself chuckles
The moon is carved with your lies
Tangled up in your demented mind
Serenaded by demonic gargoyles
Stains of convoluted fairytales twitch
Nightmares glide through your skull
As you become the twisted spin doctor
Even the Devil himself despises you
The haunted tree is covered in your sins
Using the phrase “Sick and dying” to draw attention
The line for the roller coaster to hell banishes the disturbed and psychopathic rants
Even the Devil himself cringes at your name
Fearing your chameleon sadistic skin
Wallowing in your fragile bones
Be careful what you curve with your tongue

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Excuse me for the agony
Excuse me for releasing the red balloon
Excuse me for savoring the seconds
Excuse me for the painted torture

And the plague escalates

Excuse me for the false love
Excuse me for the disguised ignorance
Excuse me for gripping the treasures
Excuse me for giving all of myself

And the plague spasms

Excuse me for craving substance
Excuse me for aching depth
Excuse me for feeling layers
Excuse me for the strain

And the plague decimates me

Excuse me for suppressing oppression
Excuse me for silencing cruelty
Excuse me for breaking me
Excuse me for shutting down

And the plague ruins my insides

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Irritations burst knowing what I can’t have

Attraction stares

Your photograph drives me insane

Irritations settle knowing what I can’t feel

Attraction shouts

Your voice pulls me so close

Irritations rip knowing what I can’t touch

Attraction hooks

Your mind jerks my mind

Irritations bend knowing what I can’t smell

Attraction stretches

Your core unglues my being

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I scratched my identity

with a worn 1974 penny

I saw moisture dripping

from my divided reflection

Murky colors and shades

of discomfort twitch

Uncontrollable jitters

Apathy is a phobia suspended

over my troubled head

A hemorrhage spread out

from the corners to the end

Lack of intersections and interest

Bent and upended against

paralyzed and indifferent nerves

I saw the gash and blemishes

inside the blood clot

I abandoned the rustic door

and sit inside the character

No one wishes to see exist

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A fan of Cannonball Adderley

Casual drinker of Whiskey and sour

Resided in Tampa Bay, Florida

A man who loved “Carol Burnett and Friends”

Terribly shattered and lost

Married for 10 glorious years

Left him for another man

That could produce children

Now residing in Columbus, Ohio

to find the pieces of his broken heart

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I still get lost in your euphoric eyes

I still get goosebumps when we touch

I still get chills when I lay beside you

I still get a smile when I look at you

I still get teary eyed knowing you are mine

I still get excited when I smell your perfume

I still get a fire burning in my heart from the sight of your face

I still get to fall in love with you every day

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I kill myself to please the unappreciative

I kill myself to be the juggling act

Thank you for me leaving me in the corner

I kill myself to save you from the trenches

I kill myself to be something I’m not

Thank you for hanging me in the light

I kill myself to write the perfect script

I kill myself to grip onto the last prayer

Thank you for the cynical laugh

I kill myself to seek answers that don’t exist

I kill myself to satisfy all that you crave

Thank you for showing up to my funeral

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Life is full of fast twists and slow turns

Life is full of unwritten expiration dates

Life is full of stages that blend together

Life is full of doors that open and close

Life is full of endings and beginnings

Life is full of mistakes and lessons

Life is full of blessings in disguise

Life is full of dreams and nightmares

Life is full of shades and sparks of reality

Life is full of diamonds in the rough

Life is full of unfounded treasures

Life is full of tears of joy and sorrow

Life is full of memories that we create

Life is full of wishes and memories that we had hope to make

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In and out of affection

In and out of disoriented dreams

Falling and fading away

In and out misguided love

In and out of a lost fantasy

Falling and fading away

In and out of human touch

In and out of down pouring rain

Falling and fading away

In and out of what use to be

In and out of what is gone

Falling and fading away

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