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Thursday, March 29, 2012

entangled

you are my world, shelter me from the rain, you are, the pills that take away my pain, you are, the light which helps me find my way, and the words, when I'm still lost, and have nothing to say, in this world where nothing else is true, you are the web, and I'm still tangled up in you, the fire that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

off canal

school day's attitude, with sun rays on a red vette hood, garden district and french quarter blues, fountain rain washes 'way mostly good, but memories made down by Jackson's square, never fade, I do declare, so trumbone shorty blow that horn, on the corner of Royal' and Esplinade, lucky dogs, hard... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

will

held hostage in a dream, yet to wake creates such sadness, when the dream is where you want to be, and hell has become your reality, you are virtually stuck in two places, one, where you just don't know how to get back, and, two, where you believe you should be, but, are pulled out unwillingly. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

awake

eyes open slightly with a rooster's crow, a blink to sooth the burn of eyes, who've been scorched, with bitterness and cold, the rays of hope I feel, will break thru and glow, and the mumbles of importance are heard spoken low. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 23, 2012

driveway

dusty driveway with hills of leaves, terrain built with each sweeping breeze, tire tracks groove their way, footprints and skinned up knees, a life time of memories, somehow grow like neighboring trees, countless tears and lost, big dreams, returning home from lands un-seen, some may look at their's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

oh tonight begins with anything, candle light, warm breath and a scream, tamper if you like between the doors, can't expect to go out with anything more, can you reach the door? take a breath and try to reach the door, life ain't what it's worth, hands out touching things, I suggest you step out on... Sign in to see full entry.

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don't even think about reaching me I won't be home don't even think about stopping by don't think of me at all I did what I had to do if there was a reason it was you, don't even think about getting inside voices inside my head, oh man, I got scratches all over my arms, one for each day since I fell... Sign in to see full entry.

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words are just a whisper your face is unclear, and you, bring me to my knees, and here I sit, gloating at the red flowers I got for you I'm down and I don't know if I can make it, you don't know who I was supposed to be, so look at me close, I'm a man who won't let himself be, so deep in a hole,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

child to adolescent (Can you remember)

can you remember as a young child, how simple things were, saturday mornings my body felt like a locomotive, soon thereafter, came soft lip first kisses, finger tips entered, button fly's werent' zippered, never touched, cept' those few wonderful wicked gardens, at midnight, where we ventured with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 2, 2012

stress is the affect that overwhelming strife, has over one's who expect better, for no extra effort, it is the hell we live with, feeling out of control, nothing makes sense, untill we own up for, our mistakes. Sign in to see full entry.

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