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The bees come home to mother

She wraps them under her dainty wings

She laps the sad from off their brow

She feeds them slowly

Hand over hand

She welcomes the beaten

Into her home

Their queen

Their one

Their only

Their lover

She makes it alright

If for just a moment

When the bees come home to mother

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Go fuck yourself

You were heaven sent

Until you weren’t

Sweet nothings in my left ear

Changed to garbled insults

Climbing from your throat

Into my childlike mind

So mushy in love

You were never real

You were never kind

You did not heal

You did not find

Me torn to pieces

Dead to the world

Crying for nothing

On the basement floor

Live wires tangled

Reaching like ivy

Up my cellar door

Is all that’s left

For a “man”

Who’s all lore

A “man” so fucking bereft

Of any love of life

Yearning so achingly

For his shoulda been wife

But she left too

So sad and put upon

Such

A

Long

Long

Long

Time ago

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What a gift-

To have shown my body

Resting quietly

Among the columbine

Wrapped with ivy

Adorned with jewels

Hiding the “why me”

Holding space

For tomorrow nothings

Dying for

Yesterday’s maybe

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birdsong lingers in the reflection of you

while clouds persist

on drenching the view

of a love once eager for cyan over blue

the grass grows greener

on the other side of new

playlists and day trips

to enlighten the hue

all the poems

for a meeker new muse

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Falling in love felt like an antidepressant. Pooling in my brain. Flowing through my veins. For the first time. The only time. The chemicals rearranging my hard wired inception of discernment. Surpassing the knowledge that things would not work out in the end. All for just a taste of something wonderful. Something magical. I wouldn’t take it back if I could. I wouldn’t do it over either. But I crave it regardless. I want it. I miss it. Butterflies fighting to get out of my belly. To get closer to My Love. As he pushed me further and further away. Left on standby. Because he knows I always stay.

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You’re gonna die down there

In her hazel iris

In her dead eye stare

You’ll succumb to the grind

Seedlings growing on the roof

Her hands twisting your mind

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You can’t foresee a chaos dream

when you live it every day

You won’t believe her eyes are green

if they change with a wayward breeze

You should have known the time would come

when the silence outgrew the ease

You could have had a better life

if god would have chosen she

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I guess its just me and you

She got gone again

Another winter

Under the sun

Another spring

Stigmata stung

Poor sweet babe

Love

She gone again

What will we do

How can we go on

When your life is her cue

To get sumthin done

Get back to work

Forget Im the one

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The afterbirth smelled of petrichor

Rain and snow and something new

Stardust in the ethereal nothing

Glacial pacing

Drip dropping dew

From the mountains of our cowering youth

A scatoma forms in the peripheral

A hologram of me and you

Holding hands

For the long dark breath

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little notes left in the neon nothingness

remind me that life is meaningless

i drone and i sway

just petrified wood on display

but i hope and i pray

that the lines that i drop into the ethereal flow

are enough to brighten your dimming glow

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I sit quietly between love and hate

Waiting for something that isn’t coming

To lift me up or save me from myself

All I hear is a low hum drumming

The peepers approach

They bring armies of eggs and legs

To warm the edges of winters encroach

Just as the world begins to end

I ponder this life of lost laughter

Reminisce of when god was softer

Cry at the quiet here after

And I pray for the light to reach higher

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His memory is photographic

And remember he does

How her fingerprints

Traced scars and dips

How she fell from above

The self fulfilling prophecy

Wings clipped on a dove

The righteous rage she fought against

Crashing softly into love

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the hem of nothing

hangs on by a thread

in the middle of nowhere

bible belt singing blues

punchline to the psyche

wild wind misery

tripping thru dread

pentecostal smothering

noose tightening

flat earth mothering

dirty lost soul beauty

black eyes hovering

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the hole in my heart

i filled it with cement

so that nothing could creep in

so that nothing could seep out

but your kiss woke me up

from a reverie of bad luck

now i long for only you

when my soul sings the blues

so what am i supposed to do

when the nights are long

when the sadness calls

and your face is all i see

on the dark side of the moon

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The yellow daffodils bloom

On a quiet sleepy morning

In the middle of nowhere

Without a warning

Birdsong glimmers

Promises of a good day

The tires on the trucks

Try to take it away

The sun speaks

Of lovers to keep

In the solace of knowing

The need runs deep

For hugs and kisses

For laughter that misses

The memories that mistook

Kindness for a crook

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We carry the weight

Like a dead cat

On the lap

In the ribs

Where we finally laid flat

On the tracks

Of a new dawn

Of a new day

Hoping the train

Will march forward

End the pain

The outcome doesn’t change

Always the grind

Forever the same

If you miss me

Like I miss you

I hope tomorrow

Whispers my name

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I miss you something fierce

In the quiet of night

In a room full of cheers

I love you on purpose

When the day is loud

When the dark holds no surface

When the sky is proud

I want you in my bed

When the world is too much

When I’d rather be dead

So, say you’ll be mine in the morning

As the sun outshines the break

Till the ground reshapes the forming