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I go for the bottle to steady my nerves

The day has not yet begun

Last night was all laughs and fun

He leaves with a quick goodbye who is this guy

My heart is low I take a gulp of sweet surrender then another and another

It dosnt take my rawness away but exposes me and hits me hard

Like the bottle I smash to the ground

In a thousand fragments.




Peach.

I was sleeping in dream state,
I was with you,
We were alone,
It was only us two,
Deep in my sleep I was holding you close,
It was then that I awoke,
With tearing eyes and closing throat,
I gasped aloud and almost choked,
As if surrounded by clouds of smoke,
The waves cascaded and my heart broke,
I realized that I was alone,
That it was only me inside my home,
And you were gone forever more,
Grief shaking my very core,
I only wished to go back to sleep,
Where we were happy and you were with me...

The pen...
began to move on it's own,
It wrote a book of lies,
Full of fancy, frilly things
in sinister disguise,
The eyes followed every word
in horror and dismay,
The story stood all on its own,
Turning every page,
Entranced and enthralled
at the sight of it all,
I had to be amazed,
How long I watched
the spectacle ?,
Hours, maybe days,
But in the end I realized,
It was the devils work,
And wanting no part of diabolical deeds,
I turned my back on the book...

Hey there girl I miss you dearly,
And I mean that quite sincerly,
I've very nearly lost my mind,
Not having you by my side,
They say that time heals all wounds,
But I will never be over you,
Whenever life depresses me,
I drift of to your memory,
Remembering the times we shared,
Hoping that you truly cared,
As much as I still care for you,
Despite doing what we had to do,
I realize now we're truly through,
I just read another letter from you,
You're talking about this other dude,
And how he says your special too,
I knew one day that I would lose,
My bruised heart, all black and blue,
Has just been ripped and torn in two,
Guess there's nothing I can do,
There'll be others like him too,
I hope they die before I do,
I hope when they breathe their last breath,
I am there to watch their death!,
Thats my broken heart doing its best,
To try and escape this aching chest,
I still wish you the best in life and love,
May happiness follow wherever you go,
I want you to know,
I still dream of you at night,
Your always there when I close my eyes,
If everyone on this earth was to die,
Everything would be fine,
With you by my side,
Its like I have died,
Now that you left me,
All I have are these memories,
These horrible things that scream your name,
I wish that they would go away,
And my poor broken heart,
Will stay where it's at,
So it cannot be attacked,
Alone and scared Ill play along,
Till the blessed day Im gone,
Just know I dont want to go on,
Still I know I must go on,
Till the game is lost or won,
Till the day that I am done...

Such emptiness and loss inside,
These demons screaming my mind,
The ugliness and hurt of mine,
Pain and sorrow multiplied,
My overbearing sense of pride,
I'm scared and there's
nowhere to hide,
Sifting through deceit and lies,
I stare at horrors petrified,
Eyes spark electrified,
Wires burnt and circuits fried,
How did I get so old and tired,
A derelict of my desires,
This quicksand and quagmire,
Like it's out of the frying pan,
Into the fire...

When I want your attention
I compete with your phone,
You tell me you love me
While you look at your phone,
Everywhere we go,
Yeah look at your phone,
Driving down the road,
Damn look at your phone,
All in a zone,
You can't leave it alone,
Look at your phone,
Look at your phone,
Walking down the street,
Sweet, look at your phone,
We sit down to eat,
And you look at your phone,
I try to talk to you,
Yeah look at your phone,
Even when your all alone yeah,
Look at your phone,
Said give me your digits,
And you looked at your phone,
Ask "What time is it?"
And you look at your phone,
I just tried to call,
You didn't pick it up hoe!
I know you seen me ringing
Cause you look at your phone!

There’s no god, it’s all a lie, just stories to tell your children.
All my life I’ve lived this way, the way where god’s not present.
I suppose I’ve sinned, so many times, if you go by that religious credo.
Now my time the end it nears, there are questions that need answers.
What if I’ve been wrong, and they are right, heaven and hell exists.
These questions through my mind they run, as seconds turn to minutes.
All too quickly these minutes add up, as my remainder is counted in hours.

there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when the only choice was to become strong and fight with chivalry, to endure the pain hunger inside that tears away at there souls to save the dammed, and spit back in the faces of the aristocrats the soulless ones that have all an want more

A Journal Entry

morning
saturday
early


I feel sinister
almost all the time, poet,
like trespassing inside their minds
like photographing them behind the shades
like traveling beyond where things are safe

with my eyes
and questions
and poems

with my camera lens

and the click-clack of fingers
moving across
my computer keyboard

existing beyond
where strangers
should be allowed

existing beyond
where strangers belong

existing beyond
where its safe
to let a stranger
exist
except in the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe
window booth
watching
existence pass by
saturday morning
and what’s left
of friday night
all night
street
prostitutes
sitting
with their coffee
and their toast
and their eggs over easy
with bacon
hair messy
shirts undone
cleavage
showing
in the coffee shop light

makeup running
makeup faded
makeup
unacceptable
in any mirror above the street
but the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe
is the street, poet
the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe
is the place in our minds
where things are allowed

the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe
waits
for candlelight
and wine
candlelight
and coffee
candlelight
and freedom to wonder beyond the walls of tradition
freedom to express
freedom to think
freedom to revolt against the strange corners they put us in
freedom to challenge
freedom to experiment
freedom to absorb jazz like a sponge absorbs water
freedom to film with our minds
freedom to imagine
freedom to praise
freedom to attempt
freedom to visualize
freedom to be oriental in our thoughts
freedom to move in silent dance
freedom to scream
freedom to rave-on endlessly as if in madness
freedom to study
freedom to fail
freedom to communicate metaphorically
freedom to communicate metaphysically
freedom to use Japanese paintings in our poems
freedom to be ritualistic
freedom to be ceremonial
freedom to understand solitude and potential
freedom to be structured and organized
freedom to understand
that it’s that structure
and that state of being organized
that allows
all freedoms
that allows
all philosophies
that allows
all stories to be told


use your talent
to interview yourself, poet

use your talent
to pose questions
and then
to answer those questions truthfully
to answer
those questions
completely


use your talent
as a darkroom
to develop
cerebral
photographs



use your talent
to whisper truths
and half truths
and quarter truths
and falsehoods
use your talent
to mix magic with the light from a movie projector
to mix magic
with philosophy
to mix magic
with fantasy
to mix magic
with how we understand existence
and how we appreciate
existence’s
warmth

use it poet
use it like you
have never dared before.
then describe it for me, poet.


Write soon, my dear Poet
~SAS~

Laid to rest the relics of the god for sacking world you call a home, buried alive in the sands of time, only the dust of the bleached bones and spew it remains are left behind for it will not matter who you know or how much you pay, for your crimes are written down and carved in stone, your faith well be sealed but don't worry your not alone!