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Not A Word Out Of Me

Its sad, I really hate talking to your a~~
As you miss the exit home, I let you pass
We are leaving the Children Hospital with our daughter
And her two daughters, ugh those dead beat fathers
The cardiologist insist its a behavior problem and all she needs is a whack.

A Perscription for discipline he ordered
And that's not sitting well with my daughter
Now she is pissed saying, “he just wasted my time”
Not a word out of me, a zipper is mine
As he continue to drive miles on I-77 unbothered.

The Art Of Silence

To embrace silence is to offer a chance to listen
and to separate the truth from the lies
to decide which is fact and which is fiction
so that the mind will be clear, not blind.

When too many voices are speaking,
there is a risk of misinformation.
Too many perceptions can only bring
wrongful judgement and misinterpretation.

Many people speak without thinking
their tongues wagging, gossipping,
forgetting their own shortcomings
as if they are non- existing

LOOKING BACK { A CHiILD'S HEART]

LOOKING BACK A CHILD'S HEART

I regret the many foolish
and hurtful things I've said
and done when I was young.
I'm sorry for the wasted days
turning into lost years fleeting by.

I never did understand the anger.
the beatings and the silence
.My child's heart felt too deeply
and hurt too easily
and sometimes I wonder
why I was the one of two
who survived.

ingrained memory only

A memory ingrained only

I remember the one ....
since long gone...
she left all forlorn...
gave birth to two..
then left all including him and me too ....

she was a darling love once...
but was fooled in by a dunce ....
she gave in to him..
left memories only ...
sad story ...

she was young ....
I couldn't help her even once..
she wouldn't listen...

gorgeous.................

histories pressed on the walls
the thin face now
rushing through the traces
And my muses Like Valkries
ride....the horse tired

the cracking brace

The mill torn down
full of its nightlong noise
the rippling twenties
roof...its lights..
its beepers of the
back up loaders

sexocity

I’d like to cup your face.... and each bit of your face... with my lips I'd love to trace.....let divine set my pace... we will nectar all over trace... twill be my place... where comes a fountain ..and your where shoots like the gun... with ecstatic loves abandon ...we will entwine... like summer vine... in between the integrate... two loving minds... yours and mine.....now is the hour... we have together.... love each other like no other ...you grasp me my whole ...let's be integrated as a single soul ...and live a loving life as one singular sole..but whole...

Section 23 Urilla rides

Stars white clouds vivid visions, twitching fingers Mog alive. On horseback Urilla gallops. Her black hair sways in the wind. Red eyed and conscious Mog strengthens her unaware. she impales Annabel takes her trophy of heads at foot of the mountain her secret uncovered. Game over "off with their heads" has come to an end 

k u r t u z e e B a r r e

I want to scream
and throw this ghost
against the frieze of walls
shatter like a fresco

But its ivy
is rippling in the wind
of your voice

You;ve awoken
the mobile
the inert
the resting
sleep

Its dreamlight
this sky is wrong

THe Blue Period
gushing
like a high
its heat in the arms
where we never
spent
a day
a minute

I am dressed
flipping a zippo
with a thumb
and fingers

A STUDY IN PINK SECTION 22

Laughing Annabel did not see Urilla's twitching fingers
Mog will never be defeated so easily after surviving for many years
it is easy for him to enter or leave a host's body
before death claims the human soul for eternity

The deranged killer learns the truth when Mog strike
with a great roar, he impaled her back and her body grow slack
Annabel's corpse fell off the horse, a fitting end for a killer without remorse
Mog left Urilla's body to hunt anew seeking another who's just as cruel

which guy can

Which guy can
estrogen make
without balls,
do say
Adrenalin still flows my way
I have lost all counts
so do not dismay
life now slowly
but gradually ebbs away
you are not alone
going out of your way
sans all
so for a while longer do stay
time's journey is not yet out
that I can say
show your entire pathway
as Neopoets ask you to linger
if you may
we all look at you
without your saying look at me
what will Neo
without you be?
Cheers, we all will miss

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