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erision i don't have the answer to this,erision by ~taoistpoet
he's arched in pain from the tumor on his spine, the cancer laced through his liver
radiation is only a distraction
he's too weak to function solo
evidence that mountains crumble.
he used to be a colosis of a man,
towering above with a voice that frightened thunder,
fist that kept promises of abuse,
our relationship was spoken in knuckles and nurtured in neglect, while
'father' was a word that held thorns
and blood
he was a role-model
for terror
for fear
he's aged 20 years in 30 days
skin is now thin, body fragile
i can feel his dust in my hand
his ashes are still bonded together in this
nomads Always the nomad, I return,nomads by ~taoistpoet
Back to this place, of tears and dust, astride two lonely wheels, chasing each other endlessly over the miles, never quite catching up to each other.
When I was 16 you found me. Wheezing, bleeding and wanting, something more than the mediocrity that was rampant. You became chaotic perfection, you became everything
And the drowning man found water, 4 years later I asked you to marry me, in that dorm room that held 2 vagrant sociologist. You said those amazing words
But signed our demise with your reckless beauty.
I ride, I fail at love, every time to fall back at your feet, at those familiar hips.
Sta.sh
That's quite interesting...
I'm a Buddhist poet named
Shawn.
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Elizabeth Chiyoko
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