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Been a crazy year of much I left contained

The years been kinda of hazy I like a fetus had much growing pains

From this point I on won't be the same because change has come

This chapter of telling Bitches to die and dead weight is done

I breach the darkness of this dirt, out good soil I have sprung

Now my Lord, I bathe in the photosynthesis of the sun...



But before that I leave this in my rear view



2 dead 2 gone 2 deceased I had to murder my memories just to get some peace

Just to get some sleep I had to get some melatonin in me

When Ink tears haven't been visible, still I weep

Then plunge in a well that I have created

So deep my words were sexing the hottest of pages

Making my story complete and defeat is not an option

So that's where in comes the dwelling

3 years of bitterness and regret

I've seem to fell in and yes it festers

and it's swelling, oh there is such a resistance

In the telling of my inner pain

Such a self inflicted refrain that plays over and over again

In my heart and in my brain just want to wipe clean this stain

I've felt so drained of being in this EX Vomit... I linger

I lied in it too long, so to my pen I gave  the finger

Middle is the limbo, In purgatory with this bitches

The gashes were gaping, I guess I passed on the stitches

Just watch the blood flow onto a spiral book bank

Snorting old feelings, no pills, no needles

Longing became my drank

I thank my Lord in heaven from shielding me from the vice

To escape your plight, false highs get you nice

My drug of choice was some lust late night

Soul ties of inner thighs and my eyes

Always come with a price

Because my celibate life has just been preparing me to hold you

With zero baggage I don't want you to carry my boulders

No chips on my shoulders so for you my nights have been colder

Been a soldier for Christ and believe it hasn't been easy

I fight demons everyday that are assigned to me, constantly schemin

They know when I'm feenin but now I am feenin

For a true love that I guess I was missing

That kind of love where my spirit man can glisten

No more mourning because she is my Joy that comes in the morning

Some day we'll wake to each other yawning and

Experience electric blue and magenta sunrises that are dawning

Spawning is a new life and a new dream; old things are gone

The winter has been long, but in spring I'll have a new song

From this rib you took from me, my soul will be lavishly adorned

So I have to offer her a better me, I offer her a poet reborn.



2 dead, I wrote I cried and I bled, out of 3 years of skin I shed

08 Has fled just trying to claim this victory I see ahead

I see new horizons out of Pupas this evolved insect is flying

To live again... well it had to be some dieing, from clouds of suffering I rain my crying

Will wash away into the gutter of oblivion, floods are receding and drying

To prepare for a new summer Reign of growth my life will be profuse

Our love will be the deepest of roots, then birth the most prolific of fruit.





My last piece of the year.



Poet of Pain  December 30, 2008