you laughed
only to cry yourself to sleep
the crowd roared
you gave them everything
then weeped
can’t cry wolf
and expect there to be someone
me
when the roars give out
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failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away
like dexter morgan sail away
end up on an island
far enough away
no one knows your face
gone lost without a trace
far enough away
no one will know
your name
life
binge watched all twenty one seasons
still rewatch for easter eggs
details i might have missed
annotated like a story,
a story that grows with time
pessimistic accent
it’s not that
i’m not good or bad
just not enough
to be called glass half full
a town for two;
pity you didn’t run
pretty little penny
city that i without fear claim
don’t call me honey
i’ll take this money
fun and games this wasn’t funny
& i’ll take this money,
mindin’ my own business
stressin’ over pennies
still in our twenties
problems i got many
i’m with you he got jenny
we came through i got plenty
yup
ring on my piece
everybody wanna lease
never settlin’ for peace
hidin’ in the crease
still losing to the police
in house terror
the fear is just another reason
to smile a little bigger
dream a little higher
and do something worthwhile;
make a memory
to ward off the fear
even for a second
to make this home
a little less
scary
bear valley
not the river, but the dam
i only have stop in my vocabulary;
but i see the cracks
the water pushing through
you yelling cannon ball
as you squeeze through my arms;
it’s okay on this side
but over there
i can’t catch you
jungle book:’
it’s raining;
a week of it or so
nothing stronger then the fire
you left and now everything is gunfire,
rounds in my captivity
less and less full activity;
the rain came and it was already a jungle
beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains-
i needed your sun
and the beast came
howling at night
hunting during the day
lay away pathway waste in a day
mayday – mayday
wish we could find the boat that day in may
and sail back, to an island
leave this jungle-
the rain washed away the map
in branches hiding from monsters
looking at the sky
hoping for a pause
looking at the sky
blender
it swirls inside me
nothing i can do;
locked in a room and nothing but a light-
hearing the blade swinging round and round
a powerful swosh like top of nike hill
falling;
shaking with floating pieces of a being
i can’t make out
and everything goes black-
falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance
racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine
it’s not fine the blade has spoken
a mango blast
a tango last
Saint's Muse 