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Recanttous F/The Poet
02:59
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She paces for me.
Back and forth through –
Trudge and dirt
Fro and to from—
Beneath the wells.
Those orbs receded behind
Cloudy shields
Tics ruling tears—
Tears taking them.
So she waits.
On branch and perched
About the world,
Looking hither
Upon guilt in me.
Onto a future
Un bright
Broken as steps in sand.
Pacing so…
Waiting there.
Asking me…to
Play in her hair.
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Customer. F/The Poet
04:15
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How does that chocolate zip up your desires
--where letters are not words, rather a long
list of promises. Taking orders via heartstrings...
pulling my customer close --climbing, tilting those
long legged posts. Have you in sheets stained with
the part of me that does not smile. Begging and
tugging, beckoning for just a lil while. Longer and
wider and stronger inside Her I wine her and dine her
never deny her for ever a buyer...a customer, a crier,
a truth, a liar in front of a fire I make love in dire.
And die here. And lie here. And take Her. And sip slow.
And let go...and tug and tug and sell and flood. I'm
overdone. Overwhelmed. In awe. A realm. Just created...
always debated...never relayed it. How that chocolate
does buy Her desires...
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Let that be beneath me
Surround spirits such shall sip She
For cold doth mix hot and warm
How sinful and lavish retard that form.
My entire realm scald and cleansed
Overflow a void that unfills within
Do tears empty out footed marble?
Do memories wash away all we marvel?
Let that be under
and around
and consume me.
Breathe in my water
My destiny.
For hot doth die in cold and warm
And Spring time and suns adorn
How hands float in unmoving wait
How Death does calls upon His date
With the world a turning
And not a Poet missed
Hydrogen. Hydrogen.
Oxygen
Blurred in creating this.
Forever the Hours.
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You make it hard to let go!
All of those palm-in-my facades
Every second hand on faces.
Twenty after the hour.
Clickable images and tagged
doggied roughed rugged edged
past tense
tinted window sills.
Fuck.
Rechecking vibrations that never
Ring.
Me.
You make me say no!
All of those remember-when-we daytimes
Every convo after dye times.
I love you.
Eyes that stare back and rip
holes heavy clearly needy
finger tips.
The answer.
Always finding you under
Rocks.
I'm still here.
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5. |
Repeat It F/The Poet
03:39
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Those lyrics. That song.
God!
Drag the bar back to the beginning.
Repeat
It.
Surrender the light.
Come back to the darkest room…
Seen pictures beyond headboards
[or lack thereof]
But we’re not friends no more.
I can’t even see your face.
[It’s so dark]
I can hear those words though.
Shuffle. One.
Repeat
It.
Not friends no more.
FRIENDS!
Tell me again what you said.
How you hate me.
How that song is never on the radio.
How Her hand is softer than mine.
I got my own bed too…
Empty.
I’m glad we’re not friends no more.
[Lies]
Repeat
It.
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Ciel Nouveau F/The Poet
05:22
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The way you open up
gasping for oxides black tar
That taste so sweet and escaping you.
How it fills the morning night.
The lining rimmed with blues
of trite.
I can smell you all the way from here.
My ground shifting ever so...
as my eyes divert.
Charting up an invisible
rope ladder.
As a fact of the matter...
you are too antique and precious
Too "to me" in my questions.
I can see clearly now;
As if to have vanished in thin air
That rain is gone.
dat flag is waving 'pon 'bourhoods
Never new it before
But now I should...
I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm here.
She's here just in time
to gasp at it too
Our new*sky
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