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B.E.A.S.T

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Be still,
Everything will be okay.
At least for the moment.
Savor what you have laid.
Tender is the enjoyment, Of will.

My dear
Beware,
Of the beast.

Free Fallin’

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It’s like I
Have no control
Of my feelings
And what i do.

I jump out
With no safety net
Or idea
On what the landing will do.

Some live life
Overly Calculated
Others
With no clue.

I’m doing this
Awkward off beat
Dance
Between the two.

But…..

If you don’t
Take a chance
There’s no telling
What will come through.

Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

Pour it UP

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To say
“That’s just how
The cookie crumbles”

Seems to easy
And cliche

All that the monster
ever wanted
Was love

But couldn’t find it
Any other way.

And so
To express the souls
Dedication

Then began
The obsession

That eased the pain.

For every chaser
That followed the crumbs

Was left
an empty glass
To be filled
The same…

In between shifts

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Do you
Remember,
Our last time?

Where it was
just,
You & I…

Oh you and I,

Make the most
perfect of circles
And
The Squiggliest of lines…

(Yes) I fuss,
(But) You argue,
Like a train wreck
Right on
time…

Constant back & fourths
Because you can’t be wrong
And I,
can never
ever
be right…

But that would never
Stop you,
from letting me
Enter,
And regardless of temper,
rough Up your hide…

No matter
How upset
You might,

Be…

You would
Always,
Love
and let me,

Be me…

And it’s for that
I can’t
Completely,
forget about
Thee…

No matter
How hard,
I try,

To suppress thee
Memories
they,
Never seem to shy…

All I can do is
Hang back,
talk shit
and
Whine,

I hate I
Without you,
Right there
By my side…

Damn these
Ramblings
Of the
mind,

I hope the next shift
Hurries
Because I hate wondering
Who what where when
And why

Right under your nose

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There it was

As pretty as luck

would have it,

I was looking around

the room

And there it was

On top of the mattress,

How can I fasid

The mind of the bastard

Who’s opinion has often

Re mastered,

Beliefs of old

With current event

Trickle effecting daggers,

Drunk

With a stagger,

That is often confused

For some type of swagger,

But even with
encouragement

I can still
Hardly handle,

This panic attack

That more often
Times than not
wants to dismantle,

The ego

That gets

Even badder,

With every conquest

And every lasso,

Hoping

That someone will listen

And pray

To knock down the
My inner towers
Of babel,

Causing

This competition

Making
My heart tired
And Even sadder,

With Love

Farther

And
Further
Away

My soul

It battles,

But love
No matter
How mistreated
Bruised And battered,

Heals
On its own

With ignorance
For a clone

And other crazy
semantics!

On route for Peach

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Conquests
Are hardly never
Pipe dreams

However becoming overly confident
In its seamlessness
Can make it hard to stay fit
For the routine.