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8 Years Ago

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7/13/07

I think perhaps there is more to this
Than just a quick illicit stolen kiss
Yet, still my nights are spent without you
Some other human taking your place

And while you lay in your woman’s arms
I lure any others with my own charms
Still, I’m longing to hold just you
Your beautiful body
Gift of grace

So with great patience goes another day
Losing the struggle to keep lust at bay
And I yearn for the touch of you
But mostly, just the sight of your face

You’ll never truly belong to me
I will most likely take my leave
Though my heart surrendered to you
Clarity is crisp
This is not my Place

moth to the flame

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He looked at her
as though she was the only one in the room
in the building
in the existence of mankind

She knew that look
and she felt weary
The last person she told
to not fall in love with her

did

She felt some part
of her spirit
sag

She wasn’t beautiful
perhaps attractive
She wasn’t successful
she managed to get by

She wasn’t a lot of things
but the life
she had lived
felt
seen
experiences
of varying extremes
lay idly and apparent
in her eyes

Maybe that’s what it was
Man’s base instinct
to either protect
or prey

She was smarter than the predators
Unfortunately
sympathetic to the ones who wished
to protect

She smiled at him
and with sadness buried deep
where only she could find it
thought to herself

here we go again

The Real Question

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When all is said and done

when my fingers are stuck

curled and crippled

in clawed curvature

aged and arthrithic

 

when my breasts

flesh flattened and flaccid

hang and droop

tumbling out against

my wrinkled waist

 

when my eyes

clouded and closed

squinting up and away

barely grasping images

too youthful

too fast

too unknown

 

when every aspect

of my physical being

is falling into disrepair

has become completely

and utterly

unattractive

 

When my mind is a junkyard

full with bits of broken memories

imagined slights

pockets of mucked mire

where all fond remembrances

have drowned and disappeared

pits of putrescence

where once

was living thought

 

When all is said and done

in our life

 

This life

which we are sharing

 

Will you still stand by my side?

stop the noise

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my vision is blurred
by voices

the loud cackling of their laughter jerks about wildly
having seizures right before my very eyes

i am made dizzy from watching the frenetic movement
of their drunken euphoria

my eyes shut
momentarily
but it is no better

thoughts insidious poison
rushing me
through me
around me

like a heroin shot to my heart
my soul begins to vomit

eyes forced to reopen
and to accept

this

imposing others inebriated glee
onto myself
to blind myself

from me