Tag: living

The Lost And Found

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The lost and found 
That I don’t want around
He siphons the air
Out from my lungs like there
Is no reason to breathe
Takes away what I so generously need 
And it’s all in the sky
Does his daughter know what it is to die
When it’s sucked from her
The pure genius of what she and I were
An eon ago
When love didn’t tread the path of going slow
Amid the forest and rain
And I would go back and rewrite it again
Just to see the stars 
Instead of malfeasance and prison bars
As they gaily exclaim
You are the place we lay all the blame
And she shudders and wilts
Folds like a man in a suit wearing stilts 
To the local bar
How did she know I was all heart
In the middle of seasons
And they all have their reasons
But they never amount
To what was proclaimed on the Mount
A sermon or two
Blinded by the Light of seeing You
In manifest form
His body is hot because he is warm 
And smiles like the sun
When was it I knew that you were the one
As you shattered shards
Like a deck of playing cards
On the table we kiss
You look at me and I wonder if you miss
My stellar heart
The one that is a work of art
Amid the chains and treason
Something to believe in
Has it lasted long
Are you weathered because you are strong
Or does the weakness show
In the part that will not let me go
As the sun rises
I wonder if it knows what the prize is

The Illusion Of Separation

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Is love pain?
It’s a desire to be together again
And the separate
Kind of makes my hands shake 
As we’re torn asunder
And all that you have of someone is their number 
And years drag you apart
I am all heart
With a thin veneer
To protect me when danger comes near
And the cracks on my shell
Sure as hell wish me well
And I grow older 
And bolder 
With confidence
And the first defense 
Is the war you make
The splinters in each breath you take 
As you draw some inspiration
From the oxygen of your own creation
To live anew
I guess what I’m saying is I miss you

Midwifery

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I’ve done the math, like, a thousand times 
And it told me I can’t find it in any of my rhymes 
But it’s still pushes me to let the words go
Some kind of childbirth I’ll never know 
As we go into the throws of labour
Could you do me a favor 
And stop throwing empty words
Against the wall of already been heard
And it’s a tired tale
Told by those who are up for sale 
But I’m not one to barter a trade
Throwing light in the shade 
That protects your skin
Do you think I should let him in?