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You tell me such sweet things. I reply to them bitterly. I have my own pits of sorrow, I need not dwell in yours. I crossed the ocean of people caught in a tide of dirt and rock, To be at your side and claim the unclaimable. I proclaim. Doth proclaim what? Proclaim my love for seas and skies A hungry kiss, Accessorized with hungry eyes, Do not miss the girl waiting to be had and held. Amid deep sorrow I doth protest, Protest strikes fear off the radar and is had shattered My protest is a weak one, Because for all the cavalier caterwauling, There is a feline waiting to use its claws Buried inside my stone bosom.

          You know you ain't right boy. You know you done wrong and you doin' wrong. I'm gonna raise up my voice. I'm gon' call you out. I'm gon'--gon'--I'm gonna let that scream die in my throat. You just ain't right, but not by me. Good Lawd, you ain't done me no wrong. You gone done it to yerself and done on to her. I ain't gon' say nothing' bout you boy. Thas ya-own mess to clean up. You are just wrong.          Boy, look at her. Look at her ina eyes. Go'ne tell her. Tell that girl she wastin' her time. You ain't gon' be NO-BA-DEE to that girl.

Am I inspired or blindsided? I can't write the way you do. I can't take beauty and put it into words. I can't speak to an Artist and boy, are you my Adonis! I want to love you, come closer. Paint me into history. Write me into eternity. Love me into infinity. Oh, Adonis be my muse. Help me sculpt the words I want to say. Let me make my masterpiece; you. Adonis, you're a gem, you're a somethin' special yes you are! You're a God loverboy and boy how you love me. Can you hear me wonderful? I sure hope you can. Aren't I your beautiful? Let me be your Aphrodite. I promise I won't break you down. I'll mend them cracks and ease t

          Just when I thought there were no more pieces to lose or break, I broke. I continue to break in isolation and continue to feel in desperation. Powerless against the external due to an inconvenient confinement. While the world falls down around me, I am trapped in a kaleidoscope of time where there is no certainty except the unchangeable, ever-present human prison of emotion. You see, I find I’m not of the human variety. I am not a human child. I am an earth child. An old soul with a lost spirit. I do not find my place with people. I’ve come to understand them and the feel

Can I let you run ’til your heart brings you back? And is it your heart or just a head of clarity? I am the right choice? I am a good choice. Run ’til you run out of stories to tell and sights to see and seas to cross. Let your heart bring you back when you have room to love. Although you may not be mended, I will soothe your aching soul. I will soothe your restless thoughts. I will hold you close and whisper softly: Be still, my love, and worry not your roaming mind. Be still and lay here lost, as we should always be, within each other, Because I see the truths you hold and I will calm the wanderer that doesn’t

Behind the eyes of a man there is a secret life. A life a woman can shamelessly display. Behind the eyes of a man there is a soul. A soul that no one will ever touch. Behind his eyes I want to see his heart. I see his goodness. I see his spirit. I see a mangled mess of discontent. Behind his eyes I see a broken man. In front me I see his hands. Soft and smooth means he's a lover. Hard and coarse; a fighter. They are both and I want to touch them. Behind the eyes of this man I can almost see who he is, But he cannot find the story. Behind the eyes of this man I almost exist, But he cannot find me.

Far away there is a sound. Castigating my ears for ignoring its beckon. I cannot answer. I do not run. Still, it calls. Close now, I hear the sound. It speaks to me in long lost tongues. And though I understand, I do not reply. I stand my ground. Urgently, it calls. Then suddenly it's within me. I hear the pleas and declarations I pretend I do not. Awed by the clarity with which it sees into me. It knows my secret. Foolishly, it calls. Too silent is my frantic search. I hunt in the fields, through the hills and trees, Through every part of my ailing body. It is gone. Desperately, I call.

I died in the hands of a god tonight. The very same who took my life, who takes my life, who gives me life. I died in the hands of my god tonight. And though we repeat the same tragic storyline, He is my immortal one. I am part of the scenery. Slave to integrity Master of Anarchy We keep spinning. And I see the mountain tops, above the clouds, below the sea. I see them all and they see me. My god takes me by the hands and shakes me out and brings me down. There I see for what I am. I am my own god, but not my own Man. Now there I am and here we are and there they were and now we will and no we don't. We fly, we fly

I need a new name. I don't need a name. No one knows my name in Boston. I can go to Boston. I can take a walk down Devonshire Street. I can buy a nice drink on Spring Lane. If they ask, I won't have to say. I don't have a name in Boston. I'll find my way down Washington Street. I'll turn right onto Milk. There'll be a girl at the Sulgrave News Stand. She knows my name in Boston. I can follow her down Hawley Street. All the way to 19 Temple Place. I'll remember her pretty blue eyes. No one knows my name in Boston.