Masha Danevasha

Out of nowhere comes the dagger
Another stab into an old scar
From an opponent who decided to take no prisoners
Who thought that tough girl can take a punch
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Here I sit staring into my pet abyss
A mind should be full of grander things then this
Stop the war, cure AIDS
Famine, nukes, world peace
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Two bodies huddled together for warmth
Testing out a theory that skin on skin works best for the cause
An argument who should leave the cozy nest and make tea
I said, this is lazy love
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Things that send souls alight hold you down like a stone
Jaded wings growing heavy before taking flight
Like a hermit at heart, who can not be alone
You are driven to those that won’t stay by your side
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Cold chill fills the air
And seeps into your life
To remind you again
That you’re somebody’s wife
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I’m tired of waiting for a wordsmith
To capture my immortal beauty in a verse
When one gets struck at last
And pays me homage
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First poet in my bohemian menagerie
Diligent follower of the Tao of Steve
You offered me Hyperion, Smythewick and a good chase
And I was your escape from domestic boredom
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So you don’t like guns
And want to free Tibet
Impeach the Texan bozo
And outlaw red meat
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You look at the road
Wind shuffles the deck
In your back pocket
You got half a pack
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I still have your book
And you have my clip
Now I know why you kept asking
If I always get what I want
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A tumble into fallen oak leaves
Bear hugs in the anonymous motel rooms
That awful taquila
I'll never forget your gaze -
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Will you loose all respect
If I was easy catch
Didn't tease or get coy
But skipped straight to home stretch
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Whos' pride gets hurt
Whos' ego gets burnt
Who's the first to call
the first to crawl
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That day when you decide that life was all for nothing
When the paint has peeled off oils on your walls
When your friends have left and won’t be returning
Maybe that day you’ll dropp by after all
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My first heartbreak,
But this is not supposed to be about enduring jealousy
Defeat,
and being too proud to crumble first
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Wind blowing papers through empty grey streets
Cement maw of an alley is gaped in a shout
Broken glass and spent bullets crunch under my feet
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The kiss long awaited now tastes of cheap beer
And laughter replaces hurt ego's tears
The tryst is called off under silly pretext
The weight dissipates and lungs takes a full breath
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Up and up
On shaky feet
Heart is pounding
Too tired to spit
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First poet in my bohemian menagerie
Diligent follower of the Tao of Steve
You offered me strong hands, hard body
And that liquid, fiery stare
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These pages could be filled
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