Mikel Calcagno

I light another melted candle
Stop to think about anything worth thinking of
Come to no conclusions
Take each step as it comes
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it's been like this forever
trudging thru imperfections like a feather sifting thru the wind
I don't know if I wanna take this anymore
If there's a point then you have to prove to me that you're worth the everything I must save
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Seething I breathe a subtle purpose
Anger rising scratching the surface
Bleeding I convey the chains I've wrapped around my veins
Pushed as I fall, I'm inclined to hate
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She met a razor blade with an ambiguous look in her eyes
She amorously succumbed her every thought as it catered itself to her pain
Each scar she made cut with an artful dexterity
The monument she created douse in her pain
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I’m looking around taking in what’s there
Sinking into it
Succumbing to my fears
What if I’m wrong?
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Swept away by the wind
Night shadows turn to grey
Solace reside in the sun
and the darkened souls fall in the sand
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On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple-a’ came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
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Gained the world but have nothing
Noticed but not known
Your god spared a quality of himself
In an aloe plant for the cut on your hand that bent backwards
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Ablaze with passion rising
with the distant twilight wind
Endowed in serenity
Only to be cast down by pain
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There is a desire that plagues mankind. A desire that enslaves us all to serve with our faces upon the floor. A desire that no longer speaks to us through the crack upon the wall, but we settle for less just the same. We settle for any sign, for any word that shall propel us back unto the infinite fire we feel in our veins. Some may think that this is all pathetic, some may think that this may all be delusional, and that only people with certain mental conditions are incapable of self control. But desire has nothing to do with the self, nor does it really have to do with control. It all has to do with time. A limited existence hovering around our subconscious. The seconds that ticks within our bellies. The hunger that calls to our brains, and you still have not fed it, whatever it is, howling like a minutest wolf in our heads.

And like a vampire it lives in the shadows, behind the walls we tend to cage them in. One by one we set the stones around the mantel, and we lock the thing with rods and chains. I have been inside the fireplace; I have looked into that darkened hole. I saw what looked like a replication of my existence, but it was much darker, yet how it glowed. It glowed with a murky green color, the red velvet couches looked a little bit rusted, and I heard something calling to me. A warning… a deeply embedded warning and I told my hero within me to get away.
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Prisms with intellect
Wary of the water
Enticing the past more than I care to explain
A scene unhinged
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Like an angel flying over your house
Like an angel passes out wishes
like an angel i would move the arrow
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Comes in violent flurries
Light the candles as we speak
It puts them out in stride
Saturating all that's weak
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Dilapidating slowly
and I only cherish what's underneath my wings
Pouring out the grace to which I feel
Nothing ever-so-inviting never felt so real
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I think there's a secret in telling
confusion has brought us here
and with each line given
i still have yet to read any scripts
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There's such a remedy of words that await on my tongue, poised and rearing
There's something about our relationship that leaves my heart content
I always saw you as an angel thru God's eyes but at the same time you
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who am i to fall on her wings
who am i for her to like/love me
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Pendulum stops and falls away
Life sifted through the sand
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so yes...
so to speak,
i guess u cud say i'm the culprit
I'M JUST REALLY STUPID! ! ! !
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My mistakes are mended into a weightless burden
My pride is like a cold heart of stone
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