Conflicted

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I do it so beautifully,

Take you to this place of pure bliss and ecstasy.

Newness, angels and butterflies

I promise of tomorrow to be better than all your days before

And then back to the log even before it became a door.

Negative none I could careless about you

And have no problem stomping your feelings to the floor..

I argue, curse and fight…

Mainly against myself and I have done plenty to offend.

Where can you find me casually waiting?

Without my staff and rod?

Never.

Be very careful when you walk through this door.

I warned you---some things aren’t as nice as they seem to be…

Pretty face, witty, wifey type and highly intelligent.

She is her own lady and gentlemen,

Heels and a tie or cashmiere and Timbs.

But can love and convince it has no end.

Cozy I am right next to your heart.

Clinching it in my fist sometimes caress

Sometimes I pull and twist it apart.

I can give a new definition to psychosis.

Neurological reverse osmosis.

Not something I can take in doses or milligrams.

Conflicted I am and never not claimed to be.

I gave you the option to stick around and

Get past the pain for all the pleasure.

To accept what was meant to be.

When I loveticly—is when I love…

Like poems and rhymes

Smiles and corny lines…

The sillies and the slurberts

And between the silence

Away from the science of it all

Is the place where I ---

Fall in love with you

Again and again.

Black Roses

Significant mutant poet in empathy

Darkening shadows in a complex sympathy

Death and death black roses on the casket

Cascading of redness of a has been dramatic addict.

The green life in its common sense

Stems from heat and grows through concrete

This poet said:

“If I live a lie then lies I will always live.

Contradiction fuels my addiction to

blame it on the vain and the tenacity.

Far from perfect although if asked

I just might be for the perfect reason

And a perfect time.

How often do we hear to live well…

…and well some of us inject ourselves

with this disease that binds us to this

atomic, toxic, methane polluted terra firma

and we are loyal to the thing called earth?

The land that poisons our body

And taints the soul.

I am Captain, My Captain…self righteously

My loyalty is to thee, my faith, meta-physics

And the love God gave to me.

If you’re measurable then don’t be.

Let your mind flow with infinite probabilities.”

Says; Lovinia.

Wandering awake in my head,

Watering roses just to keep them alive

Long enough to be dead.

Only real pleasure is pricking your finger

Watching yourself bleed, it just became symbolic

Rows of roses and the sun eventually kills

The air sucks their purpose to fragrant the world.

After a few days wilts a rose

that has the battle of the elements but wears its proudly.

For the black rose accomplished it natural duty

And a rose it will always be in this poets writing…

…she request black roses

as a constant reminder of the life of a rose,

tragic right from the dirt it was forced to

live in, grown in and die in.

...to be cont...