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TouchingCollide with me on purpose
so that we might see with our touch.
Slide your hand over my shoulder
as your ego starts to blush.
We barely move in time,
yet we catapult thru space.
Your breath is so familiar,
as I slide my nose across your face.
Your waist is so slender,
and your hips are so round.
Your smile is so tender,
and your body wants me to go down.
You know I have a talent
that you tell to all your friends.
But I think I'll start at my favorite place
where your panties end
KidsToday was just a day
Like any other
Nothing much happened
Nothing much to say
I have no friends in shithole Mississippi
I have no life outside these four walls
The only life I have isn't mine
It exists inside the body of a small child
My seed passed on to the world
My gift .
My life .
My life will grow
And experience things that I never will
See things I never will
Live long into the years of mystery
I can only dream of the things she will see
Fear and DisgustThe truth shatters my protective glass cage,
the one that people can view me through but has always kept me safe.
The cold comes rushing in as my hair start to raise.
And at this point I know that I am very, very afraid.
They say the moment you know your gonna die, is when you become a man.
But that is nothing compared to the constant protection of tiny hands.
You want to show them the world yet keep them locked inside,
because the people that dwell outside these walls you wouldn't trust with your life.
This beautiful planet we call home has housed the sick and depraved.
Like the Catholic priests that touch little boys and the orderlies where coma patients are raped.
Fathers that molest daughters and teachers that sleeps with kids,
these people really disgust me but you don't know who it is.
Is it a cousin a neighbor, aunt or uncle
the pervert down the block
the one that jerks off through the window shade
while your kids play hopscotch.
It scares me to death, and I can't sleep at night
The TunnelYou turned off the light at the end of my tunnel.
Hope was in that little glass globe,
with that tiny little spring of Happiness.
and you just......turned it off.
I feel so lost now .
lost and cold in the blackest of black.
Night fears this type of darkness
no one has been here ...
here in my tunnel
here in my betrayal
here in my mental incarceration
My tunnel has turned into four walls
with my hope dashed against them
down to the filth.
The filth that slowly creeps
to the rusty drain
It's so dark
To dark to see my last my last glimmer of hope
to rescue it before it goes down the drain.
It's so dark
my tears get lost on their way down
Embarrassed to have come from me
Horrified that their still attached to me
slowly flowing towards the drain.
I pray that they find Hope and Happiness at the end of their tunnel.
so something of me does.
Its everything I hoped
Its everything I want
To live in this wonderful night
My little weekend jaunt
With my eyes closed
I hear the loon's cry,
Breathe in the nights air
and let out the day's sigh
I wish this night could last forever
Poem from the graveHush now baby don't you cry.
Because daddy has gone on to a better life
So grow up strong and do what's right
I'll still tuck you in and kiss you goodnight
Hush now angel don't feel sad
I know how much you'll miss your dad
Know that he loves you
Know that he cares
Know in your heart he'll always be there
Hush now darling
Don't you weep
I'll kiss your eyes
When you fall asleep
Appear in your dreams to give you a hug
Caress you cheek when your day was rough
Know I'll watch over you when times get bad
Know I'll watch over you when you get sad
So dry your eyes, and no more crying
Above your head, know I'll be flying
LostBeating on walls till fists turn to red
Aggravation turns to perspiration and bitter regret
Time that flowed like a river is now but a brook
Trees do not stand as straight when you look
Happy rhyming stories were so simple and pure
Recited by the angels with children's innocence to lure
Blinded by trust and a friendly hello
Taken in time to the dungeon below
Irreverence is repeated till it turns true
No longer human, no longer you
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