HALIFAX
Prologue
Insanity has been my lover since I was a child. People told me repeatedly that I was crazy from the age of six until I began to embrace it at fifteen. But I wasn’t declared clinically insane until the age of twenty-one, the age where I was first committed. I am not some serial killer or anything like that, though I think I missed...
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HALIFAX
HALIFAX
My life is ruled by a broken compass; travel I must.. I try to plan but that is folly... I stroll through life with a crooked smile enjoying the simplicity of existence. Sometimes I wonder why I was made so different what was her plan? Was it just a sick sense of humor or a journey that only I was made to fulfill. The next...
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I can't do this
it makes me insane
it's like shitting my soul
It's to much pain
but still I write
I cry
I scream
I break shit
I should give up poetry
It's like puking your guts out
on the pavement
and scooping it up to
put in someone else's toilet
It's true madness
But it is an obsession
to hurt and scream
tell...
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I want to remember you
for how you lived
not how you died
I want to feel your hands on me
again
I want to kiss your wiggly toes
caress that tattoo
on your left foot
I want to hear you scream in delight
when I bring you chocolate
again
again and again
I want to hear you cry
again
What did I ever do...
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I can remember the scent
The hunt
The seduction
and fucking
I remember the feel and the taste
that juicy sweet poignant taste
how she moved
how wet she was
her swollen lips
begging
for release
I realize it is all gone
I am old now
no more
Ecstacy
but I can still remember
Your pussy...
I don't think it's how beautiful I am. Maybe it's my crooked filthy smile but well I strolled to the store for beer this evening I don't know whats in the rocks but they shone like diamonds got the booze and had enough for a beer at the local bar met and told stories to so many people and as always they all wanted to...
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I don't understand her
She mystify's me and
Enchants me at every turn
Yet leaves me staring at her
Like a distant shore
Across impassable water
One moment she is beside me
Arm in arm
Hand in glove
The next I am just trying
To touch her
To feel her
To predict or understand
What she is
Is a strength
I do not possess
Forever...
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How can you comprhend
the line of a hand
in the eyes of a poet
of shape
And figure
what happens in there
what comes from within
to mysify
that which is without.
In the hands of art
I would like to be the pencil
carresed
into placement of
lines so fine
like coming
just once
and
going blind
All In A Eye
And A...
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How many times will she ask me to
dance
Hair as white as arctic snow
Hands like daggers with black nails
Skin as dark as ebony
and ohhh her shape
A figure born of moonbeams
from the darkest pit of hell
Lips like stagnant blood
Black dress showing cleavage
split to her cunt
I can just imagine that pudenda
it would eat me like a...
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