Ray Mesa Poems

Two cars crash from two sides of the world
One injured, many dead, One a male other a girl
Two thunderstorms across the god damn sky
One shattered barn, many tipped over cows, all that is left is the wind's cry
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Drawing a line she looks my way
About the same time, every day
And in this secound, I look right back
Right back, At two eyes smothered between black
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It's you and me, a vodka bottle under a tree
Singing songs of what we want to be
telling me it's allright to cry
settle a score, Set it free
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Wind hits the window as I wake up from a alarm
There is a calm wind over the hills of my farm
My phone rings as the clock says 9: 11
Who the hell is 701-610-3117?
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A ript telephone book dangling from a pay phone
Your number underlined and is carved into the glass
And in these moments, as I am walking home
I see the things I know I can't grasp
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Skies from the world around
Fill with clouds of rain
Lips turn, Bend into the moment
Tears of joy, Drops of rain hit the ground
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Stray sidewalk, Shadows and garbage cans
Strangers walk by like ghosts
A poor man puts out his hand
No one seems to know what matters most
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Dureing a night while the snow fell
I felt like I was in hell
In a split secound, I heard a long bell
and turned around
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Here I am in a crowed room that feels so empty
I am around all my friends but there lies this saddness inside of me
She walks on water
she never speaks to loud
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Open the casket
Stop this racket
And put me farther under ground
Where I will never hear sound
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