Marcus McKinley Poems

Can love exist on the back of a pack mule?
Occasionally resting to drink in the hopes of a dream
Exhausted and weary, dreary the journey
Thirsting unperturbed with no in-between
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The darkness looms
Evil blooms
An effervescent aroma
Fills the air
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And, so you say
And I, so say
I want to get you in every way
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I knew you were trouble
That very moment
You caught my eye
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Strolling through, I with you
Blooming, colorful meadows.
Anxious sweat in palms.
Each breath you give
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Hello my beautiful water nymph
My anguished heart seduced by thee
Through eyes forlorn I yearn to see
Your flowing hair and supple beauty
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'my friend, judge not me,
Thou seest I judge not thee.
Betwixt the stirrup and the ground
Mercy I asked, mercy I found.' William Camden
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Bystander
Demander
Roof over head
Food in the fridge
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You see, I can’t love you
My heart belongs to another
and another, and another and you
It’s true, I just can’t love you
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Right now, I am just sitting here
Feeling uninspired, wondering why
Instinctually reaching my hand into a bag of chips
Salivating, eating one right after another
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