Chapter 1
‘Limitless Bounds’
Limitless bounds for exploring; Lending itself out to Medications, to Self-Proclaimed Healers. But there is a limit to the unclaimed Hero, that houses this blood flow, but charges this mind rent free.
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‘Charity’
Charity will come to you from all cross streets-will run you over! But the street corners are full of soot, and shall only walk your Schizophrenic need for being needy!
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‘Dream Catcher’
Atheist; Enthusiastic to roll out of bed. And when the Dream Catcher drops the net; A Prayer to wake scares you dead!
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‘The Human Condition’
The Human Condition has a vacancy...A Transplant declaring its self the Victor! ‘Till Death Do Us Part’, in this War for Human Isolation.
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‘Heavens Stain’
Beauty lies, and so it is underneath this skin where the eyes of winter green, and buttered chin are nursed of Heavens Stain. This love lives on in the darkness, and the light. In the coolness of the night, and the radical temperament of the day...then for once, whence inside the head the mind may run wild, inviting the Angels to stay. Once in a lifetime, love is forgiving, and beauty is its nemesis. This is where I am obliged to indulge on the same road where truth knows folly, and happenstance is familiar with seduction.
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‘Taking Lives’
Silence moves, the circles round. The noise in, the noise bound. Take a bite out of suggestion. An Easel’s brush stroke designs of ever wavering. Blackened eye lids shutting down...lips of parting. Singing songs of a Nightingale. Captured flings, black atop blue on Polaroid scheming. Paper Halls languishing. Scissor hands cut off this Wedding Ring. Time knows not when to quit, and so it moves right through me, crushing my bones...hindering my Spirit. Curdling screams heard into yesteryear; Water weight, dead weight. Temples of Impending Doom, this dialogue ensues. Buried deep beyond the physical, but into the Spiritual. Broken finger on left hand. White dress smudged clean. He loved me...not really. I love me, never in a Blue Moon. I like to swing up high, and to never have to come back down onto open land, nor to those closet memories.
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‘Personal Assault And Battery’
Personal Assault and Battery breeds with no contraception; A hateful vengeance for others. A sexual nature that is methodically breeding, one’s intolerance of self.
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‘Through The Veil’
Through the veil over my eyes; I am a sheep not yearning to be seen, vulnerable in Wolves clothing.
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‘A Child of Uncertain Times’
A Child of Uncertain Times. Ascertaining her validity through child play; By way of the mortal man. But, loving one’s self...is a lover who is immortal, showing a maturity through the nights of unacceptance.
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‘A Little Psychic’
A Little Psychic foretold that I would not be, have an advantage economically. For telepathically she did not see me coming, when I purchased with cash her business out from underneath her.
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‘The Catalyst’
Youth; The Catalyst for innocence, and naivety. Aging; A page whose been written upon...For I wish to use up one of my Three Wishes! I want to see up close a face of harsh necessity from a point where innocence, and naivety have been fairly written back in.
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‘Missing You’
For every tear that falls, a Rose Bush grows taller. For in that tear was you. Brilliant Minded as you were. Humble in your requests. But I shan’t be. I should scoop up each tear, until I am tall enough to make it to Heaven. Now, for every tear that falls, there are two Rose Bushes who are taller.
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