Rowdy Solomon

I woke up on the wrong
Side of the bed this morning
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My mind is an incubator. It hatches embroys divinely planted into it over a period of time. These embryos are ideas, topics, and experiences that were fed, nurtured and given life through my thoughts. These thoughts become words, carefully constructed and crafted with each syllable having a heartbeat of its own. I speak these words, and they grow arms and legs to position themselves in a precise formation on the piece of paper I stare at with each breath I take forming a new word...
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Soft Jazz bands played on the radio
While I played with strings of her hair
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My darling angel

Oh, how I long for the
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There is an empty space within me..

A black hole it feels like
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Her voice... Oh Her voice...
In choosing God made an excellent choice
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I have been called ugly many a day
I thought that was my new name until the day
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I inhaled a breath of a new air
An aroma that reeked tranquility
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She is just the right flavor for me... sweet
Her lips have a tendency to
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Our fingers intertwined like the hairs upon her head
All tangled and confusing yet so simple
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Smiles...

A pleased, kind, or amused facial expression
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My orb was peaceful... All serene and traquil
The cool breeze gave me peaceful chills as I tasted the salt air
The sand between my toes massaged my feet with each motion
Perfect was my scenery as I looked at all of my possessions
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Unchanging
By the world around you
And is limitless it its power

Covering
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Creeping within the crevices and cracks of existence lie
An abstract of abundant absense of a particular party of people.
Their objectives are omitted from their operation of thoughts into oblivion
Because they were never bestowed with their reason for being.
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A plague of pain suddenly spread

Throughout my body, mind and soul
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All around me was dark....
I had no vision for my life so
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Man, my body hurt... long day at work
When I got home it was worse
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I should have read the fine print on the brochure...
Maybe I wouldn't be here
It started out as...
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You put me at the bottom of your barrel...
As I stare down this one with the gun cocked back
You would think my life would flash before me, but only images of you
I guess that means you are my life and in a few moments... were
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t was cold, but not as cold as you. Rain blanketed my jacket as layered as my son in the same room. I saw the wine bottle empty giving me the indication he definitely had a shot. You laughed, eyes glazed as doughnuts as he undressed you and licked you like ice cream. My son rolled over, away from the nightmare taking place north of him as you went south.


I saw how you bit his ear and scratched him deep. You told me he was just a thirsty guy, but apparently you were just as hungry. The screams... the loud moans... the rolling into different positions cringing on and on... I'm gone.
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