Flower on summer day
I am slowly wilting away Like flower on summer day Incessant pedals that slip from me Like drunken spirits of decay Return to me my love And bring with you the liquid life of your soul's rainy haze
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Flower on summer day
I am slowly wilting away Like flower on summer day Incessant pedals that slip from me Like drunken spirits of decay Return to me my love And bring with you the liquid life of your soul's rainy haze
Man woman breath
Man woman breath What does it matter When you are lying in the dampened warmth of SHIT In this world In this world We are HIT Like nursery rhymes Children who hide From the untimely other side ... I once met a man Named Suicide Stew We met at a cafe It was called the bullshit brew He shot a gun and demanded With great exhaust "I demand a...friend" And so I rewarded His stupid endeavor Not for the people But for my own pleasure Two weeks later He was found, drowned in the Euphrates river ....
Never never
Never never was I perfect Never never did I mean to harm and As I stand faded like new born cloud Never never was I persuaded To lose every love I found
Extended stay
Luring pose of awkward abandoned not unlike mine. Leaves my body paralyzed. I hold her eye to eye. I can catch it the rising tide I should tread lightly before the glide.
Some days
Some days I wish I was a dying butterfly in the sun. With wings that are fluttering in decay. The suns rays would caress my dying legs and death would devour my pain. A young death without the turmoil of a frontal lobe. A young death for a young poet to hold. They would call me la mariposa del mar.
Her Mercy
i am at the mercy of her being her tides collide within me i am speechless
when i look beyond the gallows of the past i see forsaken flowers who use words to deter the hours she uses four lettered beings like dead leaves on the pavement whered your love go no one knows
when i look onto the sun rise of the present minute i can see it my muse even my eyes are blinded she turns towards me in her eyes are splendors
i am at her mercy mercy, me
How I have Longed
How I have longed To tear myself away From this night mare scene That scrawls itself onto the drudge of each day The light of my life dreads this coming of age This bloody screaming rage How I have longed For the passing of decay She watches and cries each day Like a sorrow dulled Lilly In the brightness of wrecked strays In the lightness of being we are in a daze
Patrick Woodroffe
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lonely
We are all human and we share the need to escape the ever impending loneliness of death.
Conceal
As if you could conceal all the surreal sights of appeal ya see we got that fire in our eyes and we can not deny the wild abandon of our highest high for your love i will undertake the eternal search of a love lust smirk rubbed out on the bathroom floor where we are simply no more
And As For Me
And as for me my mind will beset the "free" like pearls glimmering in the sky or slivers of diamonds by the sea I will find you my serenity i will find you and you will quiver and with a shiver from the top of the mountain's gaze we will huddle by the fire for this is where it all began a spark of creation and wood in hand open your eyes and you as i, will understand the modern disengAGEment of man