Wolfie God

My fingers trace the lines in my face,
Shocked by my age they gasp.
I stutter my words to expressions,
A fool separated from his mind they say.
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The mistress calls me to the window,
Her darkness attracts me to her.
She awaits me to call out to her,
I stare waiting keeping my lips pinched.
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The flakes of white tickle my tongue,
Empty of taste but wonderfully cold.
I keep my eyes closed, squinting when they land on my face,
Soft and tickling on my skin.
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I stare into the grit of the paint looking for the answers,
All I can trace there is the lies that I lived.
My dreams are adrift in this concrete jungle,
They float away on hints of smog and anger.
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The sail flickers in the wind caressing the mast,
Sun beating down on the bleached deck filled with knots.
Their faces weather beaten and worn by the harsh sun,
Hands callused with the sores of a skin overworked.
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The heavy sun beats down on the sandy grounds,
The dry dusty air beats a path on everything it touches.
Winds drift through the market, layering dust on everything.
Cries of the shop keeps resound through out the market.
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A dark night drifts in with a dense fog,
I lie awake watching the stars through the eyes of the lost,
Dreams flow through my veins like insect making trails,
She comes to me now, sweet lady death with eyes like coal.
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The goats head looks up from the silver platter, covered in the soft leaves of grape plants
Dark stabbing forks enter, no tact withheld, stabbing, crucifying.
They feast on the soul of the beast, their mouths guilty,
The mind drifts, watching, looking upward, searing pain rips through the flesh.
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How can this be a life, my mind lost to a dream unexpected.
Time settles in for a nap, as I sculpt my emotional endings.
Did I do what was necessary to save myself in this nightmare?
No how could I save myself from losing a game already played.
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I don’t know anymore
Who I am?
I'm slowly becoming less human
Do you see me?
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You fu*king hate me for everything I do,
Good I hate myself too.
This is no shocker to anyone,
They know I am a man of self hatred.
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My eyes burn with hers in the dark night, filled with the soft pitter patter of rain.
I can smell her essence, as I stare deep into her feeling her desire to lean into me.
Her beauty stuns me, I feel like a young man again with a new love, haunting, mesmerizing.
I could never let her go, even if she asked, my devotion to her extends as I watch her walk away with another man.
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'Oh mother how I stare deep into amused by your slight imperfections,
my eyes never leave your side, even when the darkness sets forth.
Dreames of you raining your love apon my brow, makes me feel strong again.
Many share your views, your smile, and your passion to graze the sky like a large plate never to shatter, your small imperfections make your eyes and smile.
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They live in their ivory towers watching the peasants gather the roses,
Roses for the pedals they will shed upon a floor of marble.
Rose pedals prick their hands as they gather them into the baskets
Piercing their lowly hands they still grab the most beautiful of the vines.
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All the eyes face towards what a glowing ember,
a day passes the ember sleeps.
Watch as i awake from a comfort once known as truth,
there she is bright and blinding.
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