Daniel Peter Jones

My Brain is starving
nourishment low,
No conversation or
exciting tones
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Like a black hole, drinking in its surroundings,
No hesitation or fading hunger,
Endless streams of light swirling to its end
Absorbed in absolute darkness,
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To be born like this; Sexually apprehensive
Feelings of shame at others embarrassment
Their tight improper jeans moulded
To pipes of skinny flesh; lumps
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Theres been a rumour hidden here
That truth can spring from eyes,
The soulful look of a tempered girl
I saw beauty when she cried
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I screamed that I was hallucinating
I was falling from a height
The purple Dragons and Cat head gods
Magnified with Glass my fright,
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Dot to dot, Pictures illuminating
Evolutions creative eye.

Fashions of belief
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You sleep; I lie rigid and turn,
Also the books of the page,
Each crimple of folded paper;
Magnifies in volume as the hour burns
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So much has changed, in this year thats gone,
Apart from verses and words of our favorite songs,
Apart from videos of you laughing in dance,
Apart from speaking your name, and the memories i have
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Voices,
mumbles,
conforming song,
Ignored,
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To feel brushes warm
On flesh from strangers tips
Fingers hover, magnetic lips
Bumps of Goose with shivers hot
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Its said, in Egyptian texts of past
The Sphinx sits as Leo the lion
The Nile wavers like the Milky way
Do its Pyramids mirror Orion?
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You seem alone, distant
You say I never listen
Hear, or understand
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You recite emotions
As if practiced and told,
You feel the you within
Imitating the slow
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The flickering lamp
Carves out a pulsing negative image
Of your form upon mine,
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The Knight shackles the Pawn,
As the bishop retaliates,
To the sound of the kings horn,
Castled behind enemy lines
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The comparisons of life in life;
Black veins of Oak
Capillaries of Wood;
Stretching, reaching, occupying
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I see colours in the transparency of pale,
A yellow wind blowing to the melody of its gale,

A tinted crimson tone, in the words of the man
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Peppered ground, molding to
The curves of my feet

Dry, cold, refreshing, folding
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Is that really me i see?
is that what I've become?
an older, bearded version
of a younger handsome one
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