Patrick Wescott Poems

The streets are on fire,
and lust fills the air,
while we work to death
to kill the time.
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Dream Of A Latin Lover,
wearing see through clothing.
Her long black hair falls on her shoulders,
and she talks in words I can not hear.
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Help me!
My soul is longing to scream,
My heart is longing for a feeling.
I'm torn between turning you away,
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Were you right?
Were they just looking for a clown
to lead them through thier fantasies?
Are you the only one who can end this?
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I'm trying to protect you.
From who?
Me!
Trust me, I know whats best,
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A place that is my own,
deep in the countryside.
In fields that fill with snow,
lies a cabin where I hide.
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The oak stands in a field eternal.
From the beginning of time, unto the end.
Others have been removed so it can grow,
few remain which in time will become friends.
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What can I say
to make her understand?
I never meant to turn away,
felt protective in spite of love.
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I once dared touch passion
as it spoke its name to me.
Two souls who met by chance
neither meant to be there.
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The masses have lost their voice,
as we are told how to live.
Treated like children,
told who to believe in.
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