(352.) Dream Of An Angel
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I awoke and stared out into the night.
There was nothing to see but drowned out light.

The dream was quick and the message blunt.
The fox would run and the dog would hunt.

I breathed a breathe and heaved a sigh.
I wiped the sweat away from above my eye.

Not a thought could cross my mind.
The face I saw was one of a kind.

An angel in a silk robe stood staring out.
The feelings overtook me and I let out a simple shout.

"I love you." I spat unto the angel as she looked down on me.
She peered straight through me, I could clearly see.

"Why?" she asked with a smile.
"I do not know." I said with unbridled denial.

But I did and she knew.
She could read me through and through.

I asked her to please come by my side.
But she turned away and quickly went to hide.

Like a dog with smell of meat.
I quickly pounded my feet.

I chased her through the forest, until my body had no more.
Frightened was I, for the angel I may bore.

She would lose interest and I would cry.
But she gently whispered "If you left I would die."

I shed a tear and pushed on.
She held my hand and supported me until the moon was gone.

The light bled into my eyes.
And I awoke to see no blue skies.

But the light I saw beaming about, was nothing more than her soft skin.
And to describe the beauty lying next to me, I cannot begin.


(353.) Kisses Are Wine
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My heart to thy heart
My hand to thine
My lips to thy lips
Kisses are wine.
Brewed within rhyme.
Perfected in time.

My head to thy head
My skin to yours
My soul to thy soul
Slowly it pours.
Mixed together with you
As pure as the dew.

My hopes to thy hopes
My dreams to ours
My strength to thy strengths
Your incredible powers.
You have no weakness or flaw
Most perfect being that I ever saw.

My future to thy future
My tomorrow today
My words thy ears
"I love you" I say.
Now build dreams with me in bed.
Come lie with me and rest our head.

(354.) Why Do I Love You?
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Why do I love you?
Because you smile and I warm.
Because we fight and you cry.
And I do something stupid and hurt you.
So I say I'm sorry.
You get a headache and I tell you I love you.
I ask I can help and you say no.
I remark and you misunderstand.
Why do I love you?
Because you love me.
Because you hold my hand.
And you make me feel good by just being near.
So I try to be with you at all times.
You get tired of me I sometimes fear.
I ask if this is true and you think I poke fun.
I cry because of the thought that you might leave me behind.
Why do I love you?
Because you let me.
Because you are the greatest thing to happen, ever.
And because you're beautiful.
So I tell you.
You don't believe me.
I tell you more.
I tell you the truth.
Why do I love you?
Because you are perfect.
Because you have no equal before my eyes.
And I see clear beside you.
So I grip tight.
You tell me to get off.
I ask why.
I feel hurt.
Why do I love you?
Because there is nothing better I can do.
Because you in all meaning of the phrase, complete me.
And you love me.
So what if we fight?
You love me right?
I love you.
I can say this with all my being and it's true.

(355.) Transfusion
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No need for a second glance.
You've already played the game. lost your chance.
Glanced about in a daze of confusion.
As if you'd had a bad transfusion.
What's that you say, your bloods gone bad?
The blood I pumped in you is all you had.
I kept you healthy and well.
Made your body run and lifted you from hell.
Well you're the one that walked away.
Didn't leave a letter, didn't have much to say.
You can't live without me you know.
But through your body I no longer flow.
So what if you die?
I'm still healing from you leaving and I cry and I cry.
Serves you right for taking me out.
You deserve your fate, without a doubt.


(356.) Blue Hat
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Blue hat on red head.
Arrow shoot, I'll soon be dead.
Heaven's part and doors split.
Light is seen from within the pit.
She walks with her head held high above.
The blue hat hides her true love.
But it shows she cares so much.
That she's willing to chance it all to touch.
She loves her style, she loves her grace.
I love the soul behind that pretty face.
She'll wear it snug, around her brain.
In hopes it will somehow cause the rain.
She lets him wear it when he is down.
Thinking it may somehow cure his frown.
But she hates the way it look.
So back to her head it is soon took.
Girl in blue hat I love you so.
And even if I can't show you enough, I want you to know.


(357.) No Words
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No words can show the way I feel.
But with all my might I shall try.
To glorify your name even if it all be in vain.
I love you and I want everyone to know.
That my love is pure and so is your embrace.
I love you is all I may say.


(358.) Maze Rats
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City sidewalk stretched out as far as I can see.
Millions of people walking to and fro.
But I wonder, do they really have anywhere to go?
I myself am quite lost in this big maze of concrete.

I wonder if they notice me.
As I walk along this paved road to nowhere.
Will I end up somewhere?
But I guess to them I'm just a ghost.

A weary traveler or a beggar for their change.
They could care less for my life, my name.
We're all so different yet so eerily the same.
People pass me by and never look.

If I were special, or had some kind of trait.
Do you think they would look at me and release noise of "Ooh" and "Ah!"?
Marvel at my skills and throw change into my hat of straw.
Or would I just be another thing they saw on Mulberry Lane?

I feel lonely as they all move by so fast.
No change to spare, no words to say.
Just mindlessly to and fro they sway.
From sun up to moon down, they all just run the maze.

I am different as you can see.
No home nor love nor things to share.
I have no home, as if anyone care.
No time of day or nice hello.

I wander alone in my house of nothing.
Poor, alone, and so cold.
I think I shall die alone and not that old.
And the people shall just keep walking.

Next time you're in the maze.
Looking for the reward of cheese.
Could you please,
Spare some change or a nice hello?

(359.) Nine Feet Long
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If I had a dick that was nine feet long!
I'd be king of all men and master of the schlong.
So Genie, that is my wish, give me a dick that's 3 feet thick!
So the Genie did so and did so real quick.
He fell to the ground and couldn't stand.
As he squirmed in pain at the anguish at hand.
A beautiful woman began to walk past.
Blood started flowing to the spot real fast.
He grew pale, and realized what he'd done.
He didn't have enough blood to run that huge ton!
So is the story of the insecure man.
Remember this lesson, if you want a big willy, think out your plan.


(360.) Red Meat
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Joey lived in a happy up side down.
Nary a face with a face with a right-side-frown.
Joey was a boy who loved his life.
His daddy carved meat with a butcher’s knife.
Daddy loved Joey very much.
But mommy loved Joey , daddy, and every man she could touch.
Joey went to school with a big ol smile.
Just a little up the road, about a mile.
Smiles were everywhere around.
Except the for the boy who made not a sound.
From a little city miles away.
Driving non-stop it'd take you a day.
Joey went home to find mommy in bed.
Daddy found out and soon she was dead.
Joey understood and so did the town.
They buried mommy in her favorite gown.
She looked pretty, and everyone grinned.
It was ok, mommy had sinned.
The sad little boy told Joey not to cry.
But it was ok, just mommy that die.
The sad little boy was sad and scared.
It was as if no one had cared.
That woman just go killed!
Why were they all so eerily thrilled?
New meat was in daddy's shop the next day.
"Red Meat" was all the sign would say.
The sad little boy's parents bought a pound.
To the piece of hair in the meat his eyes were bound.
Was this the woman that had died?
Was this the reason that no one had cried?
Joey ate happily in the butcher store.
Eating and chewing, more and more!
The sad boy called him sick and a Cannibal.
He knew that word, as he'd seen Hannibal.
Instantly was knife in his back.
Like a cold silent heart attack.
The boy slump slowly to the floor below.
Another word of the boy no one would ever know.
His family was kicked out of town real quick.
But the butcher's shop had new meat, "Red Meat, Extra Thick"

(361.) again
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Heartbeats
again
and again
pumping life from me
going away to far away lands
from my feet to my hands
faster it pumps
again
and again
blood reaches the brain and it tells the rest
make this, see that, do this, here me out
why does it keep pumping
why
again
and again
faster, harder, stronger
it's throughout my entire body in seconds
giving life to all it touches
now it's heading back to the source
fresh power from the battery
picking up resources along the way
the rush is incredible
again
and again
I can't take much more of this
this fake high coursing through my body
I gotta let it out
I gotta get out
it goes everywhere inside the boundaries
what if it had no boundaries
it'd go on forever
again
and again
I’ll just let it free
a simple doorway
into the life outside
I’d make thousands
and my life shall reach you in no time
it's already going across the floor
I want you to see it
let me share it
again
and again

(362.) As If It Were
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The world is
Just another outlet for me to scream through.
These feelings are
More blind faith in the dark.
My actions seem
Like I am unhappy.
The truth of me is
That I'm just disappointed.
Disappointed in
All those that speak before they think and hurt all others.
I'll try
To help them all out.
But I am
Only a helpless peon.
In a giant game
That sucks us all down.
Into that abyss we call
Sadness.
We shall rise above
That which keep us down.
Let's try to
Stick together.
For once
Let's try.


(363.) Two + Un
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Rain drips down the window leaving trails for others to follow.
They all quickly follow down a path.
None really blaze their own.
Come to think of it, they probably never blaze.
But as I sit there and look out the window.
I see a gray sky and white clouds.
It's quite a beautiful combination of colors.
Beautiful is a color.
It's the color I use to paint you.
Your eyes are the color beautiful.
How do you make this color?
You mix all those things you cannot describe with words.
The kind of things that leave you in awe.
Things that can pull tears from your soul.
....I guess beautiful is beautiful so to say.
Cheesy, I know, but it's true.
It's like that, well, that first time you beat that record and get the gold medal.
Sure it doesn't always mean a whole lot, but damn it feels good.
It's like, God gives you a pat on the back.
Don't believe in God?
Well then I guess it's the first sip of wine from a well-deserved break.
The rain is still running down the window.
Sometimes I sit here and I wonder.
Am I the raindrop that makes it's own trail?
Or do I do nothing but ride on the success of others?
I don't really know.
And I wonder what color I am.

(364.) Tribute To The Pixies
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I la la la love you.
Ya ya ya you know it's true.
My monkey gone to heaven, oh so tame.
Mr. Grieves is my Silver name.
I'll cycle on my wave of mutilation.
Oh My Golly I'm Amazed at the mutation.
The Brick Is Red.
The Goes My Gun up to my head.
Hey, Crackity Jones why do I Bleed?
Could it be I'm Dead upon my steed?
Vamos into the Gigantic River Euphrates, Here Comes Your Man.
You're My Velouria, No. 13 Baby, Gouge Away.
Tony's Theme being played on a Cactus in a Bone Machine the other day.
Where is my mind?
And I don't have Something Against You, you're one of a kind.
Are You Black, Or White?
Are you promised to the night?
My Pixie's going to see Doolittle.
To see if my Surfer Rosa's too little.
I tip my hat for one, you know it's true.
Break My Body all for you.

(365.) Keep The Peace
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Keep the peace.
Shoot em down.
Maintain control.
Mow the grass.
We are the law.
Kill them all.
Best of all men.
Beat them down.
Power incarnate.
Split the crowd.
We are Gods among men.
Start the purge, begin again.
We have the right.
Deny the truth.
Above you.
Pull em down.
Perfect soldiers from on high.
Kill them all, rain death from the sky.

(366.) I'm Not Good Enough
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Though I try and though I do.
My actions may not ever be enough for you.
I will kill my body and rape my soul.
Only if it were  to make you whole.
I try my hardest, but still fail.
For my hopes are not good enough, and my arms too frail.
So I say these things with love and affection.
I shall try my best to offer my protection.
But it will never be enough to do any good.
But I will not quit, even if I could.

(367.) Goblet
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I drink from the goblet of life and love.
It is made of my soul and of my dreams.
The sweet nectar on which I sip from the edges of this divine cup.
Spill forth from my being and fill the cup to the brim.
It never spill, never break.
No matter the amount of which I bleed unto.
Holds all within it's small cup.
I drink daily and I drink hard.
Strong whiskey have not strength and Red Wine not class.
Elixir of my aspirations from my imaginations, loves, and creations.
Ruby red in it's taste and color.
My heart ilk more for every sip.
I scare myself to think that I should drink too much.
What if it were so?
Shall I just wither away into the nothingness of the no ones.
Or burn gloriously until the final moment when the flame is blown forever out.
Nay, I shall not think of such things, my goblet is in hand.
No need to poison my own drink.
For an enemy of myself, I do not have the courage to muster.
I offer you this cup made of me.
To drink the sweet cognate of fluids spilt forth unto this world.
Fluids made of days long gone and futures well spent.
A toast to you, I offer oh so humbly.
The brewer of my wine and the keeper of my cellar.
Shall I pour you a glass?
Would you drink of this ambrosia, which I offer unto thee?
Or is my mana not of standards set up before I?
I shall have my cup ever ready.
For if you were to be thirsty, you may drink of me.
So I toast to you, my perfect.
May you live forever and never run dry.
Of this sweet potion for which I brew for love.
Even if my glass were to shatter.
I would still raise my cup to you.


(368.) By The Window
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I watched you from the window.
And I waited for you throughout those days.
Waited for the time when we could laugh and play again.
Oh those glorious summers.
I watched from the window and waited by the door.
I sat and wanted so badly to hear that knocking on the door.
Then to hear your pretty voice.
Still I wait.
I wait for you to come to my door again.
To release me from this prison.
You left again.
But you say you're not coming back.
Why can't you come back?
Why must I wait longer to see you?
I miss you.
You came to me and I was happy.
But you leave me and I sit in despair.
You've left me again.
And you're not coming back.
God, it is so lonely by the window.

(369.) Prayer
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I would not lie.
I would not cry.
I would not deny the right you have to this life.
Your God gives you strength.
Strength that I may never know.
But my love gives me enough strength to support you.
If you're God may fail your or let you aspirations come too low.
I am here behind you with a shoulder to cry on and hand to hold.
Worthy before the eyes of man I may not be equal.
Equal before your eyes you do oh so humbly make me feel.
And I love you.
Oh I love you like the sky is blue and the night is dark.
I have searched long days and longer hours for a truth.
A truth within this darkness of the world.
But I fall short before the standards your faith sets before me.
Though even your God shall bow and tremble before my love.
It guide my hopes, my dreams, my life.
Which is more than your God has ever done.
So I know not if he loves me or even exists.
But I do know that my love is real.
And that you love me.
So I shall pray to love.
Worship my love.
Cherish my love.
For it is a gift from you to me.
And I shall always keep it.
Love is my God, and this poem is my prayer.


(370.) God's War
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On what grounds is this war fought?
And why isn't peace being sought?
I feel as if I'm the only one who can plainly see.
What is lying oh so close in front of me.

That this war is wrong to all and any.
Any who enter into this fight of futility.
Futility, which is so plainly brought forth from the reason.
The reason which none should fight for.

Why would we fight for such petty cause?
I did not break any of our man-made laws.
Because God wills it and it must be so?
God loves peace, or did you not know?

Body counts grow larger by the day.
Day in and day out more of God's Earth is being killed.
Killed for a cause that should not have the right to use his name.
His name, which in all words deserves peace.

I do not believe in your God's will if this war was his command.
A clear resignation of this war I do demand!
Or at least a clear motive that would bring us to this fight.
For the reasons we have now, cannot be right.

I say one thing, and you take it as another.
Another life I do not want to live without you.
You are all I live for in this world.
This world, which you now war on.



(371.) Why?
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Why do I love?
Why is there pain?
Why do you punish her?
Why is there hell?
Why do you hate me?
Why do I get hurt so much?
Why do I trust you?
Why do I ask questions?
Why do you torture me?
Why do you do this?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?

Why do I love her?
Why do I love you?
Why does it hurt so much?
Why do you fucking matter?
Why does she cry?
Why do I cry?
Why do I trust everyone?
Why am I jealous?
Why do I do all this?
Why are you here?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?

Why were you here then, but not now?
Why were you not with me?
Why does it matter?
Why does nothing make sense?
Why am I here?
Why did you make love?
Why is there you?
Why must I live like this?
Why don't you show me a sign?
Why don't you answer?
Why God?
Why God?
Why?


(372.) Come Live
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I look to the skies.
With the sun in my eyes.
And I see you.

I dive into the ocean.
With the waves stirring in motion.
And I feel you.

I listen to the silence of peace.
With the sound of a million butterflies release.
And I hear you.

I drink of ruby wine.
With the thought that you are mine.
And I taste you.

I sniff of your garden's rose.
With that slight tingle in my nose.
And I smell you.

I run through the rain.
With out a care nor pain.
And I forgive you.

I read this poem out loud.
With your smile I feel proud.
And I speak you.


(373.) The Big Empty
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Sittin in the big empty.
Nothin but dust and dirt as far as you can see.
Sittin in a lawn chair, drinkin a coke I got for free.
Nothin on my mind but dust and dirt.

Whistlin Dixie and tappin my feet.
Leanin back to look at the sky.
Whistlin a tune to a cloud that pass by.
Leanin against you for a little support.

Cryin up a storm with my worries.
Askin you questions about why and when.
Cryin out answers I know nothin about then.
Askin God why I'm here for you.

Prayin for an answer.
Gettin nothin but dust.
Prayin that my bones won't grow old and rust.
Gettin somethin unexpected on this hot empty day.

Rainin down hard on me and my coke.
Smilin at you laughin in the rain.
Rainin a cure-all for our pain.
Smilin with you, in the big empty.

(374.) Stay, Please.
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I'll keep smiling because you really make me feel joy.
I would love to be your toy.

I'll keep loving you, because you're perfect to me.
But I can't keep living with these pains you inflict, can't you see?

I am but a man, neigh God nor Deity.
I can barely handle what you do to me.

I hold my head high but your actions bring it down.
For all I see on you is nary a smile, but always frown.

Love grows old, I know.
But mine is still in make-up, not ready for the show.

But you keep pulling on the curtains announcing the play.
I try and talk you out of it, but you hurt the more you say.

You told me why you do this, why you hurt me so.
And I love you even more, now that I know.

Give me time, try to think.
The way you act now, I'm at my brink.

So I will have patience, love, and time.
But you have to stop saying things in mime.

It truly is eating my soul.
For you are the one thing that made me whole.

And you retract when I hug.
When I am happy, you are never snug.

You want what's best for me, but you say for us.
I'm trying to find a way to stop all this fuss.

But you stab me, and stab again.
I'll keep walking, for you're the best I've ever been.

My shoulder is here with a welcome sign.
I will still proclaim loudly, that you are mine.

You love me, and I love you.
What more than love each other is there to do?

You think of me, and I think of you, my future, yours.
Without you, my wings would be clipped, not an eagle that soars.

Don't leave me my darling, without you I cannot be.
I love you; you love me, what more is there to see?

I am crying as I write out these words, stay.
Every night, I have sat and I pray.

For you to come with me, and be in bliss.
Every shoot in the dark, is always a miss.

Life would end if I had no heart.
Your actions would rip it apart.

Come with me, grow old.
Stay with me, if you are to be so bold.

(375.) Mine
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Beautiful, graceful, stern, and wise.
I cry wolf and you see through my lies.
Caring, sharing, faithful, and divine.
A girl such as you, I happily call mine.


(376.) Thine
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And you spill forth unto from thee.
That which I wish were mine.
You call thine self nevermore.
I follow you till I hath no life.
Leadeth me to that which you seek.
Show me unto what I owe these words.
What is the heavenly being that walks before thine eyes?
Shall it be named Heaven, or doth it burn like Hell?
Softest angel like dust.
Or a demeaning shell of a former lust?
I hath and will always unto such forth call you mine own.
If I am to be rejected from before thine eyes.
Then let me bask in ye grandeur of all majesties.
You are mine illumine in thine somber.
Light my path to infinite.
Grasp my hand and ensue.
I promise to thee, safe trek.