“God plays to the fools that play,
and I pray. I tap my head against
this machine, I get no ghost to answer back.
Just windows, I’m not due mirrors
I presume. It would be unhealthy,
It would be sanctimonious.” –J.O.
I reach for a beer
Again
I pull my own
Trigger
Thankful
That it is of
My own hand
Its words
For words sake
Pain
For pains sake
Ancients
Are never whole
And I don’t remember
andWE forget how
I reach into my teacup (ashtray)
And burn myself
Life has fallen
Life stands
Fucking
Right in front
Of my face
I am more
I am so much more less
When I bite this tongue
The air I breathe
Is more thin
I hyperventilate
Fear tingles
On the verge
Of worship
I say no lies anymore
yet I wait
for some substitute
"It's all black babe"
it's what he would say
and I'd make it blue
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Reality bites. It has a stinging vibe.
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This has wonderful, not to mention powerful, emotion...but, life feels like this sometimes. I love the lines;
'Fear tingles
on the verge
of worship'
excellent penning!
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fear on the verge of worship.....damn ...
yes, and that edge is so close sometimes it's like a lighthouse spinning around saying.... I'm the light take me, but ....something in me always draws back saying, ...like a candle .... you'll go out
Your words...are still so very much you..
and every bit as strong...
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Excellent
I always love a read of yours.. i am not here often anymore but i always check for your new stuff. The last stanza rocks!
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if winter ever comes again, i'm gonna buy a sky-scraper ticket and fly in circles around the needle you seem to secretly insert into the reader's vein. there'll be no further investments in the stock market after reading this piece and chewing for the next century... ~ EZB
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"It's all words babe"
it's what some would say
and she'd make it poetry
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I can't even begin to tell you how much I relate to you... it's almost scary....
♥
whisper
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