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Padre del Tiempo
Shrinking tree bark and the smell of absence
God— or something—
She's been here, telling the snow to fall
and the bloom that I will bring another day.
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The Comedy
My ear is bleeding and the phone is ringing.
High humidity.
Pale, east coast sunlight.
I can't imagine he's as good to you as I.
But, at least he's there.
The blood looks like dry dirt on my safety earplugs.
There's a metaphor to be had here, somewhere.
Been floating in space too long.
An old truck driver tells me "don't let them fool you."
He tells me "the guys are the romantics and the gals just find it fascinating."
It would add up.
Maybe devotion is nothing but novelty.
Maybe I amused you.
I find myself tolerating the vulgarity of blue ink today—
though, the paper: the finest sensation the skin could detect,
other than yours.
My ear is still bleeding, but not as much.
The machine I'm adjusting fabricates two five-gallon buckets every fourteen seconds.
It takes fifteen seconds to stamp and handle them.
The machine operator is expected to process her own pallet and no girl ever looked at me like you.
I should have walked to you and been the man I pretend to be.
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Disintegration Loop 1.1
it's not kissing her
it's watching her look down at the floor to hide her blush
trying to find her eyes
i wonder if i'm actually designed for this
i only like when it's broken
when the bond is so deep that i cant pull it out
without her dropping her spine through the knot of a rope
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To the Universe
To Lightning:
You were my enemy and my friend for the exact same reasons.
To Sound:
The only time I didn't listen to your brother is when I fell in love with you.
And don't get mad at him. He said "don't" for both of us, even if only I, ironically, heard it.
Back then, I wasn't the kind that liked to share. You couldn't get enough of it.
Though, despite the painful ending, you were one of my favorite chapters.
To Nature:
My darling, while not your only dimension, you are the mistress of colors.
You've owned my heart forever, and only I know what forever means. But I settled with your friendship instead.
You were a dream in many a sense.
To Darkness and Moon:
You both kept my eyes open for different reasons, but alas, both reasons were birthed from imagination.
One of you reminded me there was something to teach, and one of you reminded me of how I would teach it.
To Water:
You were indecisive, schizophrenic, bi-polar, emotional, passionate, anxious an
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Let the stars make their protest;
let them trip us
roughshod and unkempt -
is at our side tonight,
and the dust from long ago
settles on this side
of heaven.
The air is spangled here -
it rests upon us
in a silver tallith
unravelling across the vaulted
sky and lingers where
our fingers clasp.
We have lost the moon,
that wanton keeper of lies
and wishes
only virgins make in summer;
and night,  
that naked warrior,
blushes in this unkempt heat
and holds our senses
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Dragon by Poetrymann Dragon :iconpoetrymann:Poetrymann 89 24
My tongue swells like a gallows
and sticks to the roof of
my mouth each time I say deliverance.
The doctor says it is only
temporary and that I will
get over it in time.
Some mornings I wake up as a
poet - a random man of bones
and meat, clattering down the
sidewalks, hardly breathing
and afraid to move too quickly.
Once I fried an egg on the battery
of my car because I wanted to
see the summer heat rise up
like angels and tangle in the
power lines, knowing I am God's annointed.
The nurse says it's ridiculous,
that I should know better
that morphine will not kill me
and I can still step on cracks
without the world slipping through
but I won't get caught like last time
because crucifixion is a bitch
and I have nothing left
inside my pockets
for you to taste.
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you brought a new day with you -
you weathered the cold with me and slowly,
the sun has risen on my frail body, shining light across milky skin
and slowly thawed me of all that was and
all that had been
your smile has fallen on all of my flaws, now
as the ice melted from them
and i stand naked, unashamed and
unabashedly proud
of the version of me that we have fashioned
from the mess that had been left behind
i was always a romantic
but you have reminded me of the fact
that sometimes you don't need poetry
to remind yourself that you are loved
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Nothing is so beautiful as Spring
    Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –         
       When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;         
       Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush         
    Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring         
    The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
       The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush         
       The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush         
    With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.   
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Mature content
here's my two cents :iconcristinewakesuphappy:cristinewakesuphappy 3 13
you kissed me
and i floated for days.
tiny wings were
ripping my spine open,
longing for flight.
a let-down,
the lip-lock was like
pressing your mouth
against the rim of a coffee cup:
you didn't think more of it.
in a year, i tongued a guy
not of your stature.
not my taste.
my wings pulled back,
© 14.June.2015 :house:
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Mature content
disillusion :iconcristinewakesuphappy:cristinewakesuphappy 18 29
His shotgun smile
says it all -
smell of rabbits mating
in the basement
keeps him up at night
and he likes
his neighbor's daughter
as she stands on tip-toe
in the back yard,
peering through his window
or drowning kittens in the river.
He keeps a razor
in his bedroom,
siphons after-shave through
a loaf of bread
and calls it magic,
remembering how his teacher
found him naked,
shoved into a closet
and how she put
marbles in his mouth
to keep him from speaking.
His mother only laughed
and told him to wash
his clothes out
in the bathtub
and not drip water
on her carpet.
Don't leave a witness
his best friend said.
Pictures have ears
and walls can feel
like family
when God has seen your secrets.
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hi Craazhy. thank you so much for reading here's my two cents, disillusion, disenchantment and deciding to include them in your favourites. it means a lot to me.
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