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I found out where I’m from
due to a response I made, the other day,
and you could see my past, bubble out of my eyes.
It even temporarily blinded my vision
until I finally realized,
that I was brought up to respond in that manner,
and I was led down a path to where I’m currently at,
and gone were my inhibitions, in the night
for it felt like springtime in my heart.
I had finally found out about myself
and about who I am, thanks to you,
and how you make me want to be a better man;
Valentines are tattered cards
their meaning once conveyed.
On white laced hearts with cupid's darts,
is someone's love displayed.
And hand to heart they're given up,
on one day of the year.
Then put away, re-read someday,
perhaps to draw a tear.
But mine's no heart with lace to fade,
or words just made to rhyme.
For it is real to touch and feel,
on days not Valentine.
Your eyes glowing in city rain sidewalk night speak love to me.
Our romance bounces off the familiar audio
backdrop hum of traffic sounds
and downtowns.
Your kiss hunting eyes are glowing on me.
Your eyes glowing and my heart on fire, darling.
It's the cadence of the words you speak
on a Sunday done in gray rain
and you say to me
"You're beautiful".
It nestles itself in our warm sound.
LEVIATHAN
And when from depths
so deep to the soul umknown
the sickness sudenly strikes
in the midst of life’s living
.
I begin to feel in all my senses
a vomitus bilious green
a poison limitless and unforgiving
oozing from the brain
paralyzing all endeavors.
and killing all pleasures .
And I ride Leviathan
across the burning seas
deeper still inside of the hell
in me.
emotional courageous and so true
we all still love you..
your words of wisdom
so fresh anew
as you slowly reach the horizon
which is far away in the distance
the dawn of light
sees another poem,
from you for us today...
many more shall and will come our way,
if you have a positive will
you'll much longer stay
and help mankind in all walks of life
in poetic armoury
be that today's
Neopoets fashionary....
smooshed gooshy in cushioning familiarity
not an edge left unrounded, soft
machinations abound
marshmellow chisels pound
dull and thudless
vainly seeking a peep hole to
hard, sharp, gritty,
full-tilt mojo boogying
soul
a wind roams
catching crystal thoughts
light and brittle
cold and simple
down past the beam
a light with hooded arc
the moments long and fleeting
glittering and weaving
falling from the dark above
immense and tall
down through its heights
to us down here
walking quiet and small
the houses sleeping
the unblinking window eyes
with dreams upon their sills
piled high
unspoken with bird prints
like the roads
unbroken and drifting
with the pure hour
tumbling
42 what a size
suppose it's the booby prize
some find them a treat
a long time since I seen my feet
buttons used to pop
now they just flop
of men I despair
their eyes focus 'there'
it's hard not to look like a tart
they cover a really big heart
When you look at the world as a dream
That will never come true you lean
Towards any means to ignore the
Emotional torture that becomes your order
Just to sustain the judgement passed
Guilty. Filthy how I became, refined
Silly my frame of mind
To even hope for any differences
To switch the subjects of my sentences
With serenity, ending with sincerly yours
Thanking a love for lending me your
Heart. In return, I'll do the same
Apart is where I don't want to maintain
But I'm to blame.....
If everytime we ate a steak
We saw a bull upon our plate
Or everytime we ate some chicken
We saw them running, heard them squawking,
And when we ordered cod or plaice
We heard them scream,dont touch my face
Or those who will eat crocodile
Wish not to see its dying smile
Would we eat all of these creatures
If we saw their entire features?
Personally though I would not mind
If my beefburger was totally equine
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