Shane Markie

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
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I'm walkin' in the rain
(Walkin' in the rain)

Just walkin' in the rain'
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The world spirals downward in the confines of a nautilus shell,

Its chambered abode antiquated antedilluvian hell.
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Is it easiest to scribble your life away
Or sleep it all away with booze and broads instead?
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Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
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Silicon Valley
Where smart cons meet
But never in the street:
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' a woman dead
is always good
for morning chitchat
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I remember all the long nights
Ending with the petty fights
Sleeping with different women
Later proclaiming you my wife.
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The world is a crazy place today where terrorist acts abound
And the pleading cries of the innocent is an ever increasing sound
Diseases like Ebola and AIDS in our society can still be found
And illegal drugs flood our streets sold by the ounce and by the pound
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Take not my soul, but my body instead
That it may be given another life
And a chance to be born anew
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The glint in your eyes
is enough to undo me
for many lifetimes.
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I told my best friend that I miss him when he's gone away.
I then asked him why it is that he can never stay.
He looks me in the eyes and tells me it's okay
that he needs to leave but will be back again one day
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Every rose in the universe,
Seemingly growing black and dead,
Melancholy within every song verse,
Moonlight madrigals unravel in my head.
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A sultry sorceress concocts a vile potion
Full moon a mantra for me of nocturnal devotion
My soul a sickened rose devoid of emotion
Watered by my sorrow's tearful ocean
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Your smile a splendid light in darkness,
Your beauty none can compare to match.
An apology I unabasedly and openly wish to confess -
My love for you the populace cannot plunder, nor snatch.
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All day he bends above tall books
Making neat lines with a sharp pen.
Sometimes he stops his work, and looks,
A trifle dazed, at other men
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If a rose is radiant yellow
and the sun deep red,
will the sun be called rose,
and a rose give light instead?
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Cut glass won't help. Bald headed bakers won't help.
Mosquitoes flying in and out of mosquito nets won't help.
The seltzer truck wont help. Your grandfather with his hands in his overalls wont help. Not thinking of blue monkeys won't help.
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A giant woman is talking to me. She is telling me about my mistakes and how I have ruined everything.

'But listen, ' I say. 'Is it really that bad? '
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She always takes us both down for a crash landing. I don't know why she does it. Am I the enemy, or is she? Its hard to tell on this particular morning. I buy her breakfast anyway while I give her all I have, and she given me all she is, whether in anger or love, as we go crashing through the breakfast plates, upsetting the orange juice and eggs.

The coffee shop becomes our battleground where we both die together holding to onto each other for our dear sweet insignificant lives.
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