MORPHINE DRIP (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

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For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

To let the sun dry me up

And run healing through this broken cup

But there is no sun in October

And the weather is always better after the rain

The atmosphere is clearer

But the environment stays the same

 

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

And sip on tomorrow

And lend out me

And get back things people have barrowed

I want to empty this drip

And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip

The Garden of Eden was not a place

But and atmosphere

And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear

 

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

So I can crawl backwards through my veins

And nod sluggishly off into corrosion

Mixing this chemical with the rain

 

I want to be a morphine drip

To plunge into this open rip

Keep me filled to slow this painful trip

 

Drip into this wrought

And saturate every

Contaminated

Delusional

Unclean

Thought

 

Drip until you can only see the whites of my eyes

Please don’t touch me

Because everything that enters me dies

So keep me planted in this metaphoric drip

Because October will soon be gone

TIME TRAVEL BY SEAN BIDD AND ME (POETRY DUET #3 W/ AUDIO)

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I HAD TO POST THIS AGAIN BECAUSE I THINK IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE, THANK YOU SEAN

http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/help-me-celebrate/

The above is Hasty’s request for her one year anniversary in blogging and I was more than happy to meet the challenge

This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/

I have loved you for over two thousand years

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you…

I can smell only traces of you

Residue and relics lost

I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft

Behold the tares of 18th Century gods

Held in high regard

Amongst our tethered Frey

Searching for the most qualified rhetorician

To convince the gods of something tangible today

Once again

Here

Caught

Caught in our slow dance

Oh I love that way

The way your words

They climb through the seasons

And give them meaning

Till here we are

With the wild sea roses

As they rise up, upon each wave of sand

Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed?

Spirit, lover, soul mate

We are headed towards ripples of sand storms

Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn

Through old lovers and street huggers

We are headed towards cowboys and Indians

And will move rummage any kin to them

We are headed towards Transylvania

Where we were first bitten

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall

They will convince them all of why we should be together

We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir

Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us

You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana

For when the gods brings us together

It seems like centuries till the day

And not even I will tire of this search

This unquenchable thirst

So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced

I time travel

Skimming the surface

Searching

For

You

Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind

Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again

To take us flying above with your songs

Where each atmosphere

Sweats thick with your thoughts

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I have loved you for over two thousand years

And the gods have denied our request

And now

We roam this bruised place

Obsessed

Chasing

Only traces

Of you

And so

We time travel

PUNISH ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BY MORBID, HASTY AND ME (POETRY TREO W/AUDIO)

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http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/nonsense

http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/help-me-celebrate/

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/punish-me-like-you-hate-me-by

Punish me like you hate me

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

Insanity

I feel your imperfections

Holding me like a vice

Torturing with beauty

I can’t stand them

Can’t live without them

Should I doubt them

 

Your lies

 

‘Cause last night you touched me just right

 And squeezed in places that were way to tight

Punish me like you hate me

Don’t be too “Hasty”

 I make “Mental Notes” when I drip

Mental strokes with my hips

I do the most with my lips

Come face me

You never waste me

I love when you get mad at me

Put ’dim’ hands on me

I am intrigued by your “Morbid Insanity”

Let the lights on

Take my clothes off

Come to me in flames

Touch me with no shame

I am the one who’s wronged you

Punish me with your blame

 

Punish me like you hate me

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

 

Insanity

 

Blind me with illusions

Tell me another lie

Abuse me one more time

 Fool me one more day

 Anything so I can feel alive

Make the rope tighter

Keep me in bondage with fear

Make me kiss you harder

Lick away my tears

Heat from your eyes

Set everything inside on fire

Tempt every living desire

Soft caresses burning my skin

Then painful smacks

Keep me on track

Submissive

Punish me like you hate me

But love me like I am rare

The only oxygen you can bear

We love each other

This punishment is rare

Punish me like you hate me

 

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

 

Insanity

NERVOUS BLEEDING IN MY BRAIN (POETRY W/AUDIO) RATED R

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https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/nervous-bleeding-in-my-brain

My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain

The judge told me I was criminally insane

I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine

See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when

I looked at him and said…

YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END

Crying clowns and morbid sounds

Crows above

And blood filled tubs

Mask and cutting glass

Black moons and poison mushrooms

Empty rooms filled with witches brooms

A jackals tale seeing acid trails

A dirty deed planted with demonic seeds

A haunted trust with piercing thrusts

Gagged with rags and gasoline bags

Heart melting eyes singing cryptic lullabies

Tormented mimes with twisted spines

Sickening rhymes with catholic chimes

A fantasy reversed with a witches curse

A dog moon with hidden rooms

A serpent’s tail stuffed with human cells

A joker’s laugh after its evil craft

A rotten kiss with blood filled lips

An evil moon staring at us from the basements tomb

I bound his mouth with tape

I looked around him things starting to take shape

Shift shaper and hate makers whisper in my ear

I stopped taking my meds and things don’t seem real clear

I rub my eyes trying hard to stay awake

My body trembled and my hands began to shake

My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain

The judge told me I was criminally insane

I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine

See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when

I looked at him and said…

YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END

A THOUSAND MILES OF HIGHWAY (AMATURE YOU TUBE)

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THANK YOU FOR THE INSPIRATION http://shackledandcrowned.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/friendship/

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNoiZAFNYn4

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/a-thousand-miles-of-highway

We were like a thousand miles of highway

With never ending transitions

A tunnel

A pathway

To everywhere

I know we’ve been in la-la land

Somewhere far away on our journey to love

Random tokens of affection straddle my shoulder

And trickle down my spin

And I know he sees my silhouette dancing slowly for the moon

And yesterday he made love to me from across the room

And it was beautiful

Like all the times before

And it was nothing fancy but so much more

We were like a thousand miles of highway

Riding somewhere pass the end of the earth

Falling

We were…

We were…

Falling in love

We played footsies from across the room

And he smelled me

Because I was his  perfume

And no amount of turmoil could penetrate our portal

We were only mere mortals

But we were in love

When he touched me I felt his protection

This was not about sex

But so much more

We were exempt from…

Economics

Social acceptability

Or prejudice

He was my white

And I was his black

And there were no “Grey Areas”

We were in a magic place

We were…

On a thousand miles of highway

WET DREAM (POETRY)

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He made me feel like I was in dream

With a lot of gentle

Mixed with a just enough mean

He touched me softly

And my nibbles arose

He even asked me if he could suck my toes

He was nothing like the last man  I choose

He sucked on my nibbles

Like cherries to the seed

I was hungry for this ocean in me to be freed

I rolled over, trying to shift my weight

I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming

It felt like I was in some kind of dream state

He kissed my neck

And he made me moan

He looked in my eyes

Challenging my sensual tone

I tried to get up but he pinned me down

And all I heard was nasty, wet slurping sounds

He had me wet and paralyzed to the bed

His face disappeared and all I saw was his head

Finally he came up for air and kissed me on my face

I pulled him closer because I wanted to taste

And I licked his face leaving non of me to waste

I laid back screaming

Because his tongue felt so good

I really wanted to cum

I really felt like I could

He said

You better not cum

But every emotion in me won

When he went back down

And I began to scream

And I was pissed off when the flight attendant woke me

Realizing

It was only a dream

 

MISTRESS (EPIGRAM W/AUDIO) (REVISED)

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Broken Heart Guy

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/mistress-1

I met him; I fell in love with him

I knew he wasn’t mines

But he grew on me

Like a 19th century bottle of

Old money kind’a wine

She knew about us for years

And for years she took a back seat

Because she knew without me

His heart was strangely weak

He was a police officer

And in the line of duty, he was shot

I screamed!

Please tell me he is not dead!

Please tell me he is not!!

He layed in the hospital

In that dreadful coma for 20 long weeks

It was not her body he longed for

Between those hospital sheets

It was hard for her to deny

Because she knew if she did not find me

Her husband would surely die

This woman knew he was in love with me

And only wanted her husband to survive

So willing to do anything

To keep her husband alive

She grabbed his phone

Braced herself

And stood up on her feet

She sought me out knowing

His heart was strangely weak

I laid with him

And she approved of me

In that hospital bed

She silently requested help

And pushed me towards his bed

A few days later he awoke

And I jumped up between his sheets

And it killed her

As she looked on

Knowing

I was the reason

His heart still beat

Its been three years now

And she is still his wife ):

And  everyday

I regret the day

I saved that bastards life!

VOICE (EPIGRAM REPOST W/AUDIO)

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https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/voice

 

His name was Tommy and his spirit’s alive and well.

I hope you don’t mind it’s his story I shall tell.

He would be 37 but at the time he was 12.

And for many years his life was a living hell.

Well it’s his father he despised.

All his sneaky ways and dirty little lies.

His dad was strange in many different ways.

What Tommy didn’t know is his dad had full blown AIDS.

His dad was in denial; he wouldn’t take any meds.

Every night Tommy’s dad would cry then come lay in Tommy’s bed.

Tommy was 12, to him a man, he knew this wasn’t right.

He’d lay there quiet, he dare not fight.

He was 15 and with every fiber he said NO!

His dad looked at him and they both stood toe to toe.

Tommy stood strong as his dad raised his fist.

This was his life and wasn’t it supposed to be a gift.

Life’s meaning erased.

And even his favorite pie had a bitter taste.

He started feeling strange but he didn’t want to believe. 

His dad had given him this horrible disease called HIV.

Tommy’s life at this point, he felt like he had no say.

Because the thoughts and feelings he was having surely made him gay.

His father died and he was glad to see him go.

He was a constant reminder of this disease and no one else could know.

This thing had him tossing and turning all through the night.

He was tired and said, Toya, I just don’t have the strength to fight.

Tommy let the years pass him by with each passing day.

The truth was he was scared and let fear lead the way.

He was like a shadow chasing the sun until it disappeared.

Tommy was lost and bound to a zillion little tears.

Strangely his first semester class did a project on children with AIDS.

And he decided to take his life back on that very special day.

As he walked through the hospital children marked by sores.

Babies in small bubbles; his heart was completely torn.

He ran to the bathroom and cried until he hit the floor.

He asked God; please tell me what is all this for?

I don’t do drugs.

I don’t sleep around.

And Tommy didn’t want to be gay.

His dad was just a real sick man that took his innocence away.

For all the children who don’t have a choice.

Tommy decided to take a stand and be the children’s voice.

He stood in front of thousands and said…

My name is Tommy and I have AIDS.

And I’m speaking for all the little people who become victims every day.

His body’s 6 feet under but his spirit’s still alive.

And if you’re reading this then his spirit has survived.

This is Tommy’s way of continuing to be the children’s voice.

This is for all the little people who never had a choice.

 

 

                                                Thank you, Tommy.

DANGER (EPIGRAM / POETRY) TRUE STORY…W/AUDIO

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http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/danger

His eyes weighed heavy on me like 500 hundred pound dumb bells

Hoping he couldn’t read into all my body language and what it could tell

Cause I was moved by his smooth

But was playing it cool

And was trying to keep to this first time rule

I really needed him to move from my side ways view

I was afraid he could see

The fear that lied in me

And smell the lust that rivaled in my mind

And made musical notes in a pattern down my spin

And he was poetry to my soul

From the top of my head to my pinky toe

I swear I felt him land

Dangling like candy above the palm of my hand

Because when I looked at him I saw nothing but man

And boy was I trying hard not to look

Because his smooth had me shook

As I peered deeper and deeper into my book

Pretending to read

And trying hard to breath

As he moved closer to me

At a manly speed

This was the third time we had met

At this very place

And each time he took in

Every inch of my face

Starting at my eyes

And ending at my waist

My emotions failed me

And his eyes derailed me

He sat beside me

Anxiety over rides me

I thought

This isn’t fair I just wanted to sit here

His scent scaled my nose

And every emotion in me rose

BECAUSE HE SMELLED SO GOOD!

I’d kiss him if I could

But he was a stranger

I smelled DANGER

I had to tame her

That thing in me that said many things

That only pain would bring

I moved fast

Trying to erase my past

And I had to let go of the belief

That even love don’t last

I am not a victim

And won’t hold myself hostage to my past

He was dark like chocolate

Just how I liked it

So I relaxed my wall

And he turned and looked at me

And it took deliberate effort for me to get up and leave

Can I have your number?

PLEASE

This is the 3rd time I”ve seen you

Can we make it four

You intrigue me, he said

And I’d like to know more

I would come back to this place

Because he had planted a seed

But all I could do was get up and leave):

I WILL MEET HIM AGAIN

AT THAT SAME COFFEE SPOT

AND THIS TIME….

WELL YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW

FOR THE NEXT UPDATE

MY MYSTERY MAN (:

TRUE STORY

POETIC TRUTH (POETRY) I AM NOT A RAPPER W/AUDIO (:

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PERRIZZITES LAY BABIES IN MY BRAIN

FORCING POETIC GERMS FROM THESE MYTHOLOGICOL VEINS

I WRITE AND PUT MY RANDOM THOUGHTS IN MIND CARVED FRAMES

AND I BASK IN MY GLORY PLAYING THIS POETIC GAME

MY PASSION HAS NO MERCY

IT HAS NO SENSLESS SHAME

I’M SWORN TO SECRECY

I HAVE NO POETIC GAIN

I  SAVOIR EVERY IMAGE

BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO WAISTE IT

RUNNING FROM THE ANTI-CHRIST

BECAUSE I KNOW HE WILL HATE IT

USING THIS POETRY TO SOOTH MY POETIC NERVES

BUT THE TRUTH IS I’M LOST WITHOUT THESE PROPHETIC VERBS

PROPHASEING LIARS SCREAMING IN THE STREETS POETIC WORDS

DEAD WORDS WAS HIS  ANTHEM

AND EMPTY WORDS IS WHAT I HEARD

I WRITE UNTIL MY FINGERS BLEED

MAKING BABIES TO ADD ON TO THIS POETIC BREED

AND MY GARDEN IS WHERE I PLANT THESE POETIC SEEDS

FOR ALL WHO ROAM MY PASTURES TO MEDITATE AND READ

IT GETS HARD FOR ME TO BREATH

TRYING TO FULL FILL THIS PATHETIC NEED

I TAKE REFUGE IN THESE WORDS

I HIDE BEHIND MY POETIC TREE

I AM ME

AND YOU ARE YOU

I’M WORDS AWAY

FROM EXPOSEING THIS POETIC TRUTH

YOU CAN’T TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY POETIC ROOTS

MY GARDEN IS RICH WITH COLORFUL POETIC FRUIT

A CUP OF WORDS

A TABLE SPOON OF SPICES

COME DRINK THIS POETIC JUICE

I MUSE JUST TO CONFUSE

FILLING UP ON POETIC SOUP

WORDS DANGLING FROM

THIS POETIC NOOSE

I WAS CHECKING FOR TOMMOROW

TRYN’A BUY BACK YESTERDAY

BUT THIS POETS TREE WONT LET ME ESCAPE TODAY

IT BREATHS ON ME

FEEDS ON ME

BREEDS IN ME

AND WONT LEAVE FROM ME

SO I SCRIBE AND PLANT POETIC SEEDS

I’M ADDICTED TO WORDS

THIS IS MY PATHETIC  NEED

HE CALLED ME HER (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

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Broken Heart Emo

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/he-called-me-her-poetry#play

Her name flew from his mouth and dangled in the air

But she lives in his heart and she will always be their

Her name was inches from his lips

The same ones I just kissed

And I’d be fooling myself

If I said he wouldn’t be missed

I looked in his face

And I could see this was no cold case

Cause he still loved her

My emotions will have me twisted somewhere beyond belief

And have me so out of touch I’ll be hard to reach

Her name

Her name drifted past my cheek

And stood its position for weeks

And I knew she was their

And he knew I knew

I was mopping in a snap shot

And deserving of every emotion I got

Because I knew he was broken

And he knew I knew

Tonight I sat in my class drinking from a half empty glass

And all I could hear was her name

And he and I would never be the same

And I had no one but me to blame

For

My lapse in judgment

My heart is screaming

And bleeding

And needing him

I try to smile

Going about my day

But my mind is miles

And miles

And miles away

Because I love him

He called me her name and I froze

It was her name that told the truth

He is not mines

Please God free me from my insanity

Cause all the pieces are with her

Never in my life had this occurred

That day is a blurr

But what I will never forget

Is that he called me her

I could not pretend

And I dare not give him a chance to do it again

See

Because

He

Is

Not

Mines

MY AVATAR ( SHORT READ, POETRY FORM PART 1 W/ AUDIO)

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http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/my-avatar-poetry#play

WHY GIVE ME THIS BODY THAT IMPRISONS MY SOUL?

I ROME THIS BRUISED SPACE HIDING FROM MY OWN DISCRACE

THAT SPILLS OVER IN MY WORLD

 THAT ONLY KNOWS ME AS  A LITTLE GIRL

BUT I AM A WOMAN!

AND I KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE THE SCARES TO PROVE IT

I HAVE TITTS AND ASS LIKE AN HOUR GLASS

AND PUBERTY HAS BEEN YEARS PASSED

…. BUT I AM STILL A LITTLE GIRL ):

AND MY ATATAR WANTS TO LEAVE BECAUSE I WONT LET HER BREATH

SMOTHERING HER WITH MY FEARS OF

TODAY …

TOMMOROW…

AND MOST OF ALL YESTERDAY

BUT SHE STAYS TO PLAY ANYWAY

REALISTIC

MISOGYNISTICS

CAN’T STAND HER BECAUSE

SHE IS PROTECTED

BY HER AVATAR

REMEMBERING,,, (POETRY W/AUDIO)

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http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/remembering#share

As I sat on the edge of my bed praying for redemption

I felt the knot in my gut spring up in my soul

My body went cold and the memories took control

And I asked God for forgiveness because only he knew what I did

And the people who did it…

I got rid of that thing because I knew it was his

And I hated him

The thing was a monster

I wanted it gone

I wanted it dead

But still so much a part of me

I did not want the world to see

What this man planted in me

I laid still frozen on my back

While I heard the chants from the windows

From murmurs priest and Catholic’s

Screaming

MURDERER!

As one single tear drop fell from my eye

And collided pass my ear and slid down my neck

And froze itself right their

Tickling my neck   

But this was not funny

And I dare not even crack a smile

I laid frozen on my back as the chants got louder

I refuse to cry because that would have been an admission of

Of…

Of…

Of something I dare not admit with this tongue

The thing was a monster

I wanted it gone

I wanted it dead

But still so much a part of me

This thing that lived inside of me

Was haunting me

And I heard him whisper

You are beautiful, as he brushed my hair to the side

Every night at 3 o clock in the morning

And I was mourning for my innocents

That I lost a long time ago

Now I live with this thing

This thing

This monstrous thing!

 

I just knew I’d be free…

As I laid there flat on my back

Spread eagle

Waiting for this thing to exit my womb

I wanted to bury it,,,

Tie a chain to it

And throw it in the sea

OF THE FORGOTTEN

AND THE FORGIVEN

So it can never again resurface

I was praying to have not

One

Single

Memory

Of this event

But here

I lay

20 Years Later

Still

Flat on my back

REMEMBERING…

IF I COULD BE ANYTHING I’D BE A BIRD (MENTAL NOTE W/ AUDIO)

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http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/if-i-could-be-anything-id-be-a

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I would chirp myself a love song

And anyone else who needed a tune

To heal our broken wing

I’d leave behind the world of words

That maliciously left me

 

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I’d chirp myself a new reality

And leave behind this human mentality

If I can be anything I’d be a bird

And at last

I’d be

FREE

CROOKED LAUGHTER (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

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She was the tear drop that birthed from my eye

That made my smile feel like fire

And cheek bones bloody from desires twisted wire

Cutting beneath how long its been

Purposely planting weeds

That grows vines underneath my skin

She was the crooked laughter

After the last chapter

That made water into rain

And made the journey feel like the deserts terrain

She was the tear drop in my eye

That made winter hot

And summer too cold

She was a tormented thought

Of being 20 years to old

She was the means to two ends

Shrouding knots for a dying amend

She was the ghost in my curve filled eyes

Who should live if I should die?

She was the teardrop inside my crooked laughter

BLOOD LUST (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

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http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/blood-lust-poetry

I felt his heart beat

And all I could imagine was my teeth ripping into this delicious meat

I smelled his blood mixed with the rain

And I felt his blood moving slowly through his vein

I felt my blood lust ooze from his kiss

My mouth watered and saliva fell from my lips

This town has long time been warned

The human that once lived in me

It seems like an eternity

And I still mourn

And so I walk with the dammed

Feeding off of the living

Sacrificial lambs

I have been 17 for over five hundred years

And there is nothing that scales this earth that I fear

He is human

And I am a vampire

My blood lust far exceeds

Even my strongest desires

 

But I love him

I bite him

And I loathe myself

And I will him

To never remember me

 

OK SO I WATCHED ALL THREE SEASONS OF THE VAMPIRED

DIARIES ON NETFLIX AND FELL IN LOVE

WITH THE SHOW

I’M HOOKED!

Sepia nights

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Reblogged from Sean Bidd:

Made it home before just an hour ago,
I left my keys behind, but hey that's okay,
So I'm sitting in the dark here on the steps,
Peering through the sepia sky of my mind,

For the stars, The Way out here is bright,
Thinking I might just dream a story or two,
As the roof above it creaks to the growing cold,

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I HAVE JUST BEEN IN SUCH A QUIET PLACE IN MY LIFE AND I SOMETIMES CONFUSE THIS PLACE WITH ISOLATION. SEAN "WORDSMITH" I HAVE COINED HIM DESCRIBES THIS PLACE SO BEAUTIFULLY.

HIM (POETRY)

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My heart has been suctioned from my chest

Unfortunately

There are very few pieces left

Feeble attempts at trying to mask

This impossible task

I asked God to send me some angles

I need armies of them

And I need them fast

He is not him

And I realize I have victimized myself again

My days seen mundane

And there is a constant storm brewing in my brain

My nerves are scard

And my days seem like centuries behind these tortured bars

Moving from the chatter won’t matter

Because the only one I want is

Him

Please God just give him back

SOPHIA SANTIAGO (POETRY)

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Sophia was a slave

A slave from Michigan

They’ll start shippin’ ‘em’

Down my way two weeks from today

2013 kind’a girls

Different faces

But same world

Sophia was a slave

A harlot, lady heroin

A scarlet

A piece

A trick

Pleasure for every man’s dick

Sophia was a gypsy gal

And every man that entered her was disgusting and vile

Sophia was a slave

And every personality she had become

Was purely man made

She was in need of some haldol

 “Cause the voices in her head told her

To just end it all

Sophia was a whore

A wench

Pussy for some blue collar Grinch

Sophia was a slave

They dragged her around like in cave man days

She was no Salem witch

But pimped out bitch

She could make any man feel like they were angelically kissed

Sophia’s been reconstructed

And made to trust it

 

This dystopia