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you're not alone |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Give me a triple sec twist with a margarita kiss and tequila at sunrise to drown the dawn in. Give me a blue hawaii night with brandy and peaches soaked in the tears she cried in her strength. Give me a cut lengthwise to my vein that promises to bleed peppermint and sex. Give me a night to reflect to the moon and her son. Give me a gun. If shadows break apart your dreams. If love is never coming clean. If the night seems more dangerous and alive. If your voice is emptied when you're alone to cry. If your strength is a prop you take off unseen. If your fears are so deep they distract your dreams. If your crown left you bleeding, your wand left you broken. If the sky and its beauty is just a token. Give me a lingerie night with a moment's insight to wonder why you're wearing a ring. Tell me everything's ducky from the heart's jail cell of your naked amphetamines. Crouch like a shadow and obscure what I saw for my future -- my wife and family. Dismantle and bleed. Drip with the seed of whoever was here before me. If god can only be registered in lower case. If faith and hope make you think of failed grace. If the sound of pills in their jars wakes you to sleep. If down deep there's only more down deep. If the sun makes you wince, if love makes you cry. If survival makes you want to die. If the happiness and joy of being who you are Has torn into a worn-away scar. Give me a heart's fluttering where it counts and leave me in my ragged bed. Come here, girl. I'm not done with your taste all over my naked chest. It's not so bad. I mean that sincerely. I'm really a gentle guy. But on nights as hot as this I only want to lie. Give me me. Can you give me him? I lost what he meant last week. Then give me you. Can you give me that? The future doesn't have to be bleak. Give me sex. Give me love. Give me something I can feel. The love I know I want to know -- I want to know that's real. Oh, we doubt. We shout. We can't figure it out. We're not alone. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Give me a triple sec twist with a margarita kiss and tequila at sunrise to drown the dawn in. Give me a blue hawaii night with brandy and peaches soaked in the tears she cried in her strength. Give me a cut lengthwise to my vein that promises to bleed peppermint and sex. Give me a night to reflect to the moon and her son. Give me a gun. If shadows break apart your dreams. If love is never coming clean. If the night seems more dangerous and alive. If your voice is emptied when you're alone to cry. If your strength is a prop you take off unseen. If your fears are so deep they distract your dreams. If your crown left you bleeding, your wand left you broken. If the sky and its beauty is just a token. ========================== If god can only be registered in lower case. If faith and hope make you think of failed grace. If the sound of pills in their jars wakes you to sleep. If down deep there's only more down deep. If the sun makes you wince, if love makes you cry. If survival makes you want to die. If the happiness and joy of being who you are Has torn into a worn-away scar. ====================== damn ......i just got a chill run the length of my whole body...head to toe .. made me shudder... gawwwd Mike..how the hell do you do that ... how do you go this deep and still come back (oh when you write like this) *shaking my head* so damn cool it hurts ... you are take care poetic prophet ... me |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Extra thanks, Janet. I don't know -- somehow I learned how to visit these place inside myself and ONLY visit them. Let's hope it stays that way. Much love to you and S'en. Mike |
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