D.A. Woods Poems

You say your heads wrong and all over the place,
mine's isn't that perfect either, I confess,
a little crazy, but, I know what is written in this heart of mine,
so how can you just let me walk on by?
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I wish I could find some gentle people,
and help them spread the meaning of the word Love,
I could hold it together like a flowers sepal,
and together take flight on the heavenly dove.
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A demon is trying to take over this empty shell of a man,
and try to break me in any way he can,
forcing his lust upon my guilt,
something's got to give before one of us is killed.
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Thank you to all who left kind words,
and a f**k you to those trolls who my name they slurred.
I stopped coming on here because of them,
when I should of be making new friends.
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The gates slam hard as the animals march through single file. Every one of them comrade-in-arms without a leader. Just following.
Up a head the first beast is jettisoned without questioning why. The masses who are next have piercing cries, as the sound of thunder roars along this floorboard of red stained souls caused by excitable hooves.

'What's happening up ahead in the line? What's that effluvium going around these steel gates? - I can't see. But I'm getting pushed closer to the front line'.
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I appease my very existence with concoctions of thrills, blindness and arrogance. Only then I border the dark hours with my fading light. It's not the first time the light won't let me go.

How aroused death gets as he thinks another is going to knock upon his prized door that holds so much treasured captures within. I see him at his window beckoning me, enticing me and trying to captivate me with his same old songs. I approach. I'm nearly there. My heart is racing, excitement of not knowing throbs my very soul. With all that allures, I notice he has a hard on for me. I turn around to see a dimmed yellowish light with nothing to offer.
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when I was a young boy, my father said to me,
grow up a proud man son and then you'll see,
happieness, pain, suffering, misery will all fall into place,
and when you have a family love them with open embrace.
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I don't wish for my children to grow up like me.
Reflecting lifes mocking disease,
Is a wasting disease.
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You felt you wanted to be free for no shackled desires,
you traded love for ghosts for everyone to admire.
Leaving my feelings and love burning deep within the fire,
you broke my heart and crumbled down our love built spire.
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