Recklessly rambling, dangerously gambling. The gangster laid down his cards. The losing hand. Declaring, I win again. Menacing glance, players understand. Do not mess with this man.
Tag: Poetry
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She smiled claiming, that’s a fact. It’s quite exact. No, nothing is exactly fact. Or completely exact. Listen closely, take heed. Ignore your first thought, could be the second one you need.
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…..guard down…week behind….unwind…relax… breathe slowly….recharge…renew…get ready…prepare….beware….next week…almost here….
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staring straight at insanity….fleeting glimpse of obscurity…welcome to the new day…the whole world in the way….laughing I think, no more than yesterday…..
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…friday night feeling..
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Girl on fire, perfect design. Burning up the choir, music is her soul. Mystical sounds, I yearn to know. Lyrical melodies, I lose control. Rhythms and rhymes, making me blind. Inside my heart, way beyond time.
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New faces, familiar memories. Distant places. Long forgotten misdeeds. Everything in between. Mind racing, thoughts flying. Can’t concentrate. No use trying. Maybe someday. For now, I’ll survive, albeit crazily.
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Mystical light. Metallic swirling magical, sparkling bright. Be it day, be it night. In some shape or form there’s always light. May be soft or flashing fright. Bringing hurt and pain, or vast delight.
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Eyes opened, as was the door. My baby left. I watched, I watched her go. Dying within. Taking my world. Leaving me curled up on the floor. Staring after her. Full of questions I didn’t need to ask. I knew the answers, of that I’m sure.
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Tail wiggling side to side. Looking at me with smiling eyes. She rears her head with a yawn so wide. My little friend, so full of pride. She calms me down, helps me see. My Ezra means the world to me.
Escape Reality 