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My words are too big

For his blue collar brain

They jingle in his pocket

They clink around like change

But when the night is lonesome

And the morning is bereft

Of any silent sorrow

Or the song of all that’s left

We roll around like piggies

On a mattress on the floor

We hope for better choices

When the pickin’ is so poor

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There are too many stars

Falling from your tapestry

Flittering in your filthy jars

O’ this ache

This hell

This name

This spell

The tower

Is high

His power

Is nigh

There are too many birds

Tapping on your sill

Longing for a taste of your

Damaged

Entitled

Childlike

Weak

Will

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I thought I saw

My reflection in your eyes

Turns out it’s just the dark spot

Where you hide all your lies

And your ifs and your buts

The never

Good enough stuff

That leaves me

Feeling such despise

The put upon rise

When you touch

My inner thighs

Like you did

To her back then

Reuse, reduce, recycle

The pen to page

False idol

There is nothing

Left to see

You’re a false

Prophet fallacy

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Misery mistook my pain

For a gambling man

Hell bent on fame

He flipped the coin

In the pouring rain

It landed on tails

What a shame

Life is a dream

A silly little game

Roll the dice

Here we go again

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Existential dread

Holds me down

On my disappointment bed

Because of the things

He did and said

Because of the things

Inside my head

The past swims in open seas

When the souls has no place to be

You giveth

I’ll taketh

From the sycamore tree

Slowly climbing

Dead branches

For a taste of glee

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3:31 a.m.

The orange dot

The orange dot

Arriving when the fire gets hot

Recording the sacred scripted plot

That they invented to hold a spot

Placeholder

Placeholder

Cold shoulder

Watch me smolder

Paper heart folder

Climb the bolder

Climb the bolder

Clear mind

Heavens sign

Melting softly into kind

You will find

You will find

A small tinker

A chemistry beaker

Dopamine thinker

Angel seeker

Heart spell weaker

Angel seeker

A muse that’s eager

Angel seeker

The future seer

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I remember his weight

Shape shifting under me

The sweetness of his loneliness

Sweating away the day

The quickness of his temper

His silent psalm of holiness

I watched him watching me

As I slowing began to fray

At the edges

Among the seams

I threw stones over the ledge

Sprinkled more gas on the fire

Just to watch him squirm

To place the absent wedge

Now we rot away and burn

For a private funeral pyre

My hearts recalls the time

Our souls were wet with ruin

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Exhaustion beats you like the horse you rode in on

Life grabbed the reigns

Now i watch you turn gray

Choking and biting at the bit

That you placed in your own mouth

While searching for something that cant be replaced

The spark blew off from the tinder

Now i sing for myself on my own

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When echo replaces longing the spell is lifted

Single file we march into the distance

Morning dew soaks into our tired bones

We leave love behind with persistence

Crows lead the way to perdition

Clawing and cawing

Wings open to the sky

Never losing sight of the mission

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You brought me here

Now I feel you in my bones

Spring renews

The neon clones

I tread in the sprawl

Not knowing the end

If my name you’ll call

If our love you’ll tend

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when the whistle

in your ears

becomes too much

close the curtains

turn to dust

but life goes on

so they say

so it goes

so we pray

that the shadows

in the garden

speak our name

know our love

clear our shame

and the sun

shines up

above the seams

wires exposing

broken dreams

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The crickets lull me to sleep

Under moss covered stones

Where my heart was placed

If he would sneak a peek

He would see it there

Under words we didn’t speak

Maybe he would take

One final chance at love

If only he wasn’t so meek

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He feels like broken promises and things better left unsaid.

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I cower in the meeting room

Waiting for the rains

To push me through

Out of the womb

Into your palms

For the nights are easy

And the sadness dulls

Into the folds of your being

My heart belongs

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Morning felt different this time. All of the questions left unanswered will drift away with rhyme. An artist at heart. A wild will to start. Implanted into the being. There will be no mercy. There will be no curtsy. There will be no more searching for peace. The silence will save what’s left of the cage. Her hate scribbled out on the page. His love will free her. His love that is pure. His love will tear her apart.

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When the midwest winds

Come for me

I will call out for only you

My love

My love

Will you hear me trying

In the wild wild blue

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Church

The road to perdition is lined with fists that bash

Against the teeth

Among the boot heels

Of men that weep

All dressed in black

There is a distant hum in the quiet

That remembers a warming sun

Once towering above the pews

That were left unsung

The forests remember the rain

That quenched the parched earth

Blossoms opening in vain

Tithing for mirth