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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

remind me

remember how we used to be, made out in public didn't care who'd see, do you remember how I kissed your neck, chills ran down your leg, you pulled me near, and how you'd hold my hand, laughed out loud, for all to hear, we didn't care, remind me of that passion, in those carefree years, which was our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

my LORD, it's been some time since I have submitted words unto you, my heart speaks continuosly in a language only you understand, I am an open book, yearning for your attention, teach me about myself, introduce me to who you intended me to be, without a thought, I am YOUR SOLDIER, on watch, ready... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

wonderful son

must be the rides we take, simple times, radio on, slug-bugs, both singing same songs, might be the laughs, yeah, that's what it is, or maybe it's the smile on his face, yeah, his face, like a photograph, in my mind now, great weekend, WOW! my son, my best friend, dog-tags, blood-brothers, and to... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have some other poems on this site that I am not posting here. If you like, check them out. Peace. Ace Sign in to see full entry.

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late nights exude with dreams set to music, black car, broken memories, family unknowingly understood, cremson sunset in westward skies, white russian, decatur street, debit card and a smile, alarm clock speak to me of things you need me to hear, black resting place I no longer can appear, left my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 15, 2011

in my dreams I look down from my mansion, as the night air kisses my lips, people walk by, yes, they want my attention, it's midnight in my dream, and I wear sunglasses, smoke cigerettes, one after the other, in my dreams cigerettes are healthy, and the whiskey I sip quenches my thirst, drunkeness... Sign in to see full entry.

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caffeine induced drips of energy, wake my soul to the crisp air of morn', slouch down and quietly listen to the drowning sounds of the trees, they talk to me and babble on about what they've seen and how smart they are, sometime I think they laugh at my unknowing of their language, for they have the... Sign in to see full entry.

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on the corner of misunderstood and blame, there is the cottage I call home, made of gingerbread, with a chimney of peppermint stick, see it is here I call solitude, his number i can't remember, it's my fault, you see on the corner of misunderstood and blame, it's your fault solitude doesn't know my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

the best day

it was the best day, because of you, campfire danced, trippin' cartoons, crackling pops of moments engraved in my pshche, and the laughter echoed and bounced from my vocal chords, thru the valley of our's, peaceful slumber, un-demanding, full of memorable dreams, awake! now we begin, the best day. Sign in to see full entry.

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beloved television cushions

one lay lengthwise on the television cushion, just out of my reach, she ought to be miles away, nevertheless dwindle, the other lay on beds of cotton, to I, another television cushion, oh, but to her, fields of Lily, wonderous, un-disturbed Isle, yet discovered, en-riched with Princess's agendas,... Sign in to see full entry.

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