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Upside Down – a poem.

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Upside Down

 

Been in disguise since I was twenty-five,

never knowing if I should live or die.

Always thinking this world left me alone,

feeling it deeply through blood and bone.

Needing answers with these decades of doubt,

reaching for a handhold before I shout.

Then I met a small Carolina town,

flipping this Southern boy’s world upside down.

So close it hurts can touch but not feel it,

thrown up obstacles I fight to not quit.

This mask is slipping, years I’m passing through,

with no doubts I’ll live now that I found you.

 

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my pleas…please. – a poem.

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my pleas…please

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Dreams obscene,

thoughts so wrong.

Things your wearing.

turn me on.

What do you think I, feel when I see ya?

I’ve been stupid shy, this I can’t deny.

What is this cold fear, waitin’ for the all-clear?

Praying for a leap year, so I can see…you…dear…

That sinful grin,

jeans so tight.

I love it when,

you walk just right.

 

Skin so smooth

hair feels nice,.

Those fingertips,

I’ll pay the price.

This fire inside of me, is fighting to be free.

It needs hotter degrees., please hear my pleas.

Fire deep inside…

of me.

I’m on my…

knees.

I’m begging…

please.

Please hear my pleas.

Please hear my pleas.

Please hear my pleas.

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Sometimes I just have to let it go.

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Never worry no more.

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Normally I wait until after a piece to tell you the inspiration. Not this time. Fibromyalgia is bad. It can hurt so much you feel like you are going insane. Every emotion is magnified to an incredible level. Therefore depression can be bad, very bad. When you read this, it’s a Bluesy or Soul sounding thing, slow, pausing at the end of each line. I guess you could think of some of Alicia Keys work. I think you will get  feel for it maybe, or you can just read it like a poem. Depression and a brutal broken heart can feel the same way. I’m there tonight.

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My heart’s still poundin’ though you’re gone

It never really mattered what was wrong

I only wanted to be with you  for so long

And that was to be forever ever and ever and ever

 

But now I sit her all alone

Darkness closes in on me in my fears

Never have I been so filled with so so many tears

Now I can’t see anything through the bleary eyes of  what you’ve done

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I’m never gonna forgive you this pain

You drove the stake through very vein

Why Why Why Why did you even even even . . . learn my name

But I only have myself to blame

 

There are ways to forget

There are ways I have left yet

There no reasons for regret

I’m just going to gamble on a bet

 

Never Never Never Never oh never call me again

Tear drops falling like a tornado filled with rain

Simple truths are simply made up lies

You fooled me once  and twice and more with those eyes

 

Oh baby just let me die.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I hate this time ever came to me

Why did you even ever have to be

Now I follow a path to eternity

 

Kill me once kill me twice and maybe I will forget

Oh baby you always knew just where to hit

You cut me with those words like a blade

Go ahead and cover my body with that old rusty spade

 

There are ways to forget

There are ways I have left yet

There no reasons for regret

I’m just going to gamble on a bet

 

Now I can rest and never worry no more

 

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Careless Whispers . . . (No Regrets)

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Why do we love us?CarelessWhisper

What reason is there for it?

Never have we ever met.

No reasons for–a–regret.

 

Thoughtless careless whispers,

Float through our minds every way.

We try to stop them, or so we say.

But do we really…want them to stay.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Souls mingle through electronic vines,

Sampling the secrets of unwanted minds.

Capturing language bodies cannot hear,

Through breaking down walls of thickening fear.

 

We wonder if miracles can happen in this day,

Only ever thinking of what others have to say.

Slap the taste…from your mouth,

And listen here…having no doubt.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Do you think that we were ever mean to be be somebody,

Somebody else in this world of processed displays?

Are we what we were mean to be,

Or is there something more over the sea?

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Inspiration: The music in my head is slightly inspired off of the just released U2 album Songs of Innocence. The very first track is called The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone). My tempo is a bit different and this doesn’t carry all the way through but that’s basically the inspiration. Some may ask is this inspired by a person. No, other than no regrets at meeting people and knowing people as we walk through life. That being said, all poetry is inspired.

 

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