Michael Maul Poems

As I walked to work I picked up a rose that begged to be sniffed. Delicious in it's innocence I was overwhelmed with a sense of security. My childhood came rushing back in an instant. Back to a time before I knew of betrayal, lies and deceit. Nature is nurturing to the innocent. At it's worst a thorn can not spread a rumour. Water is sustenance. My email serves as a contradiction to my existence. Paperless billing is a demon disguised as a child who fills a room with laughter. As an adult I see the rose for what it truly was, is and will be. A rose is a reminder of a life I don't deserve nor want, but need.
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Ravenous passions keep my ignorance at bay.
My love is an emotion from which I cannot stray.
Tempted to hold in order to feel.
Love freely given is unnecessary to steal.
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I bathe in the tears of your frailty.
Love has never seemed so distant as when two people are content with unhappiness.
Society assigns romance with an unrealistic interest rate.
A lifetime of loathing cost more than a lifetime of loneliness.
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Inflated lies keep me on edge.
Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.
Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.
If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.
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' A time grown out of pity like rain on the asphalt. Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses. It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams '
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Standing at the top of a hill overlooking the sadness of a weary society.
My will starting to break.
Tomorrow is not without mourning a future whose promise is of pain and conflict.
Can two groups in opposite directions peacefully co-exist outside of a daydream?
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I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
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Brown hair that smells of vanilla lavender.
Lipstick that sets fire to my lips.
Curves that ensure childbirth at will.
6: 00 pm was a drug that kept a most innocent sailor intoxicated as he washed ashore.
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Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
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Tired eyes within an expression of lies.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
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