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looking back, certain people were like band aids. Now left there is only a faded scar No wound to heal, no need to peel you from my skin. Before, I forbade myself from seeing faults in people  So they could serve as a sticky plaster  Helping cover a blemish on my soul Being nothing more than an object of my delusion.

Now sticky plasters just won’t do I won’t take anything less than stitches and superglue 

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welcome to the sappy shit 

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Everything is buzzing and changing, life is fresh and time is in fast forward

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You caught me, right at the right time  You've got all the right moves,  And your words confuse my sense of ever fleeting You’re Calming but, my Chest is like a fever beating At the quiver at every annunciation  Now, this is something I'm excited for you've got me for right now

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Slate Is a Crumbling Foundation

The sweet purity of melting glacier creeks sweeps through the rolling blue slate ridges, And cuts through to form ancient valleys. Filled with tall bluegrass and golden wheat mimicking the glimmer of the ocean, gently swaying  This place, and the motion of which, Brings a man briefly to his innocence Then he snaps back.

Noticing briefly, the boiling over of the iridescent and glowing, white hot sun. On nape of his neck he is sternly cradled by It’s intensity suddenly, with a swift gust It’s sliced by a cool spring breeze. The lingering and tickling presence of honeysuckle carried gently brings him back again, to a soft and bitter nostalgia sending jolts of lightening down every tendon and nerve

“See son, as it’s supple and sweet Spring is the time of foals, calves, chicks and children. A simple innocence that is short-lived, and oh-so rare This rarity between the ripening of summer, And the bare grey of death From the first frost and unrelenting winter winds 

Yet, for children It will always be spring, until it grows older Until the first winter feels colder.”

Prophetically a father whispers, O’ Sweet child, I will make our world an eternal spring. so fear not now, but only mildly for when I leave.  As your first winters grows bitter, Summer dances gently from childhood. As flowers turn to fruit And as the colors of the petals die and fall away, It turns time for Young lovers, to join forever. For the church bells to ring. One leads to the other, with little regret  A natural progression of an innocence to forget.

Then as the delicate saplings of spring  Turn to stout and sturdy trees.  Fruit grows less sweet to a certain degree. Love grows from their passion, but now resembles a duty.

A meadow where childhood memories live There was once honeysuckle  And soft mosses to lay on, With the dewfall gently cradled by syrupy sticky sweet senses. There, shadows danced and played, And the reflection off the dew, flickered and glimmered. With the motion of the swaying walnut tree above.

The sun steady and wise like his father,  The tree gives way like his mother. 

Now the meadow, no longer shaded. Under the sun, white hot and jaded, Grows over harder breeds, With a vigor in the winds comes, Thorns, briars and weeds.

Uprooted shelter, Displaced children and now, This Love, Life, Joy and softness, crawl to the sky begging for sunlight. Covered under this harsher reality. His sin, An over-zealous intensity and, Hers, the welling over of passion.

This, a swampy lagoon, a heart break, a broken house, a thorny meadow.  Something lack luster to mimic.  It is what as a young lover, on a path of self discovery, he wades through.  Exhausted and Desperate for steady, for another mossy resting place. To hang his boots, and dry his feet.  A chance to either plant his roots,  or find a love more concrete.

So then as man, to my future wife and son, My promise to you: I’ll continue to wade through. Refusing to settle, refusing lackluster. Keeping you always in mind,  Someday, on the other side of the lagoon. I’ll look back every time, and I’ll find my motivation is you. 

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Oh she's beautiful But only if you'd seen the rotting flesh That beats between the walls of her chest Now pounding, bound and gagged Oh I miss that but I don't know why

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Honestly seeing my parents fall out of love, Is the root for my fear and desire I remember the love of a strong family And I remember feeling it slip away. That’s why I fear infidelity or competition Because I watched my dad lose my mom To man after man Then drink away that heartbreak drink after drink That’s why I long to love so deeply Because it is something I miss so dearly

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I can validate this

[southern accent] tractors

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I want more, not in the sense that you aren’t enough, but in the sense that you’re exactly what I want, as much as I can get.

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Reasons you scare me

because the mist that I longed for
 is an empty bed. and 
Is far sweeter on my lips, than roses and lipstick is on red

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Discontent with the world I've made Formed by word and deed Time to reconstruct on foundation already laid

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... What inspired The sculpting hands, of what God, When he spoke into you?

An Unfinished Haiku

You must be a great lover: Passionate, attentive, and caring. And I wonder

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Motivation for reciprocation Self deprivation for the over indulged Engulfed by separation Tasked to find a meaningful reason That never connects ever again

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Dew fall

Flesh is not sin if love and lust is held within I cannot begin to explain my gravitation Like one cannot retain the wisdom of drowsy revelations.  Dreams of when you whisper to me, drunk in my sleep When I kiss you hard. hardly pressing, something not to keep Like the wind, you press me, my will, you deplete, and stumbling You undress me

Gazing apon your naked body, your skin is a mist fallen on the grass Your hair is the night that shades me And as time gives pass to the rising sun As my belt slips past the knobs of my hips Then sleep gives way, to a lucidness that condemns my lips. For your skin becomes the dew fall, and your hair fades to day Now full is my heart, but empty is my bed Unknowingly, you left me wishing For not just a dream of a fog dancing in my head

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Sometimes I feel like tree branches swaying in the wind Taking chances, weighing in on how we’ve sinned.

Smooth and cool like leafs rustling The conversation bustling tied to this flesh we can not shed 

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Hangover on life

How many beers spoil a man? Then how many more years spoil his soul? How many highs does it take for him, To overcome his lows? Hung up on something. That he cannot show what he lacks, Or has no love for himself? Not inclined to show Or to know the difference. Searching for the next love Or the next highs bracing for a crippling blow, Not knowing internally is where happiness lies Then filling a void for the next low 

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Distance is close enough

I can begin to assume That when I first loved you,  ,before I told you, two beast inside me began to consume  Mostly my morals but also some of which I value least Scuffles and quarrels between them, These two things: The Respect I had for how you loved him, And the love I have for you.

So then to keep my heart from breaking my ribs, I distanced myself from you. just far enough so that,  every time I spoke your name.  unbeknownst to you it rekindled a flame  of jealousy, love, and me going insane.