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Poetry From A Broken Man, Vol 1.


1
Bathing bright lights and all
I run towards the hollow
empty in my feelings of joy
empty in my world of wonder
hollow like the tree before me
unwelcoming in its demise
like myself I allowed the pain to chip away
*
Kindred spirits we walk this earth
alone in our minds
heavy in our hearths
welcoming with open arms 
open for more of this fruitful life.

2
Crashing waves against the dark moon
So proud of its height illuminating below
and you
holding my hand you slowly spill tears down your face
for no reason
simply because you love me
*
I've never felt it burn so bright
my desire for your skin, your touch and your kiss
I bask in the ideas of you
demise is my glory and sadly that’s what I’ve created.

3
Lying in bed naked after sex
my head on your chest
honest
simple romance listening to your heart beating
memories in the dark I recall
for demons hold us tight at night under the watchful eye of terror
*
Peaceful moments while we abstain from sex
moments of true  romance, intimacy, simple pleasures
waking up was a dream, all three of  us
a picture so beautiful.

4
I bathe in a bathtub of oil and honey
naked I lay there, absorbing stillness, quietness for I’m alone
laying there I questioned my worth
until the water turned cold

Red like her lips, it slowly fades
way down I go, with the sharpest knife
but Ill be beautiful I say
my skin will be soft, slightly more blue
I will lay there
awake at last, quiet and still
my death will be beautiful

I adorned my finest robe for you all
stillness, red and blue
magical I say

My beginning is beautiful at last.



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