The Blameless April 27, 2011

Mixed up in a world that agrees with nothing I believe.

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A faceless man with hard breath
Sour and angry
Moves towards me.

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Mixed up in a world where strangers are closer than family.

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Shifting one leg over the other
I pull him close to me
Wanting all he has to offer.

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Mixed up in a world that glorifies instant gratification.

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My desires
Stronger than my mind
Overwhelms our physical unification.

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Mixed up in a world that preys on innocent love.

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He reaches into my mouth
Goes straight for my heart; grips fiercely,
Yanking it from my chest.

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Mixed up in a world where fighting prevails.

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Entranced by his allure
I never say stop
I never once even moan in pain.

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Mixed up in a world filled with beautiful struggle.

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I allow him to steal my heart from its safe casing
I watch him steal every ounce of my self
Left feeling used, penniless, cheap.

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Mixed up in a world, having only myself to blame.

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© LRS 2011

My Perfect 7 January 1, 2011

Light, so bright
Playful and high,
An open-ended corner
Gifts I cannot deny.

 

Innocent
Full of life,
I protect with care
Delve with delight.

 

Ready, open
Prepared to flee,
Beauty, this beauty
Uncommon to me.

 

Gauged by wealth
Success… no risk,
Flirted with evil
Not all opportunities I’ve missed.

 

Conditioned
Masked by wisdom and truth,
I waited to be used
Like a forgotten phone booth.

 

Hated, I’m not
Judged, forever I’ll be,
With respect for the lady
I danced with her king.

 

Community space
Shared by those that do not speak,
Laces that grippen
Constantly weak.

 

Amused and unshappened
Dictated by loss,
On fire with passion
No matter the cost.

 

Angered by trauma
Swept up by despair,
Encouraged by insight
Released by my fear.

 

Accepting my fate
Gaining strength in my knees,
Naked without secrets
I embrace this bipolar disease.

 

© LRS 2011