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Perfect Sunrise - 39
Colors dance on the horizon
midnight rainbows fill my eyes
I try again but fail the task
to put in words a soft sunrise.
Hidden brushstrokes change the scene
with palletes just beyond the sky
to something seen within my dreams
as sunbeams kiss the night goodbye.
Two Faced You - 38
::[Two Faced You]::
Look at me with sets of eyes
that speak in riddles and despise
the person that I have become
where all that you have asked I've done.
You say the first but mean the last
and now our friendship you have cast
to the wind your laughter feeds
as backstab wounds begin to bleed
One too many times (again)
your promise turns to dustful wind
That blows across my bleeding form
and in the laughter/wind I'm torn
Pull the knives out from my back
so wracked with pain that I fight back
I strike the mirror self you see
as your reflections startes to bleed.
Your image of yourself is dust
A satin mask that hides the rust
You think so highly of yourself
that others get knocked from your shelf.
Knives imbed into your hands
I hang you on the wall and then
I leave the broken mirror there
Where at yourself you'll always stare.
Crucified now by your deeds
puddles form from where you bleed.
I sigh and open up my eyes
and back into my hell I slide...
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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