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Poetry By Trace Duncan
"Separate"
Open your mind to me, my dear
And pray nothing goes wrong
that we'll make it another year
they told me to never trust you
But I did and our trust is strong
Our bond is mighty and powerful
And our hearts stand as one
No matter how bleak the future is
It must belong to us !
Maybe we'll be together basking in the sun
Maybe our souls will join in Heaven !
My dreams are full of
your image
My soul has engraved
upon itself
Your beauty is that of
a delicate flower
The kind people only
read about in books
To see one in real life,
close enough to smell
Taking in your wonderful
fragrance, so sweet !
I am just a flimsy ball of yarn
You are a kitten with prickly claws
Knock me around and dig deep into my flesh
Unravel me till I'm no more than a thread
A string of wounds from years of abuse
These days so long and sad, I cannot defuse !
Yesterday
drove me to the brink of madness
For
all the insanity you are still there
For
all life's lunacies
You
are not among my losses
Thousands
of shapes and figures
Swimming
around in my brain
You
swim among them
And
flash a distant smile
Every
once in a while.
Reaching out to you is no easy task
Nor is standing by when your smiles fade
As you form a blank expression on that pretty face
And float aimlessly in my minds blue ocean…
"Undertow"
Scream yourself awake
Soaking cold sweat
Bloody nightmare, soiled bed
Unholy incubus in your head
My skin grows pale
blue veins start to show
fallen angels wail
feel the undertow
Staring out at dead air
In the dead of the night
Snowy demons contorting
Shrouded from the daylight
Desperation overwhelms
Fighting for breath
getting no rest
My limbs have gone numb
The cycle looms over
Death is lurking
Is it some kind of test
Over my shoulder ?
As I gaze deep
Into the T.V. screen
The pain just smolders
What does it all mean ?
I don't want to die
I want to live:
To eat, to drink, to sing
To breath, to love, to think !
"Decadent Verses"
As the television rots my brain
The past two decades erase my face
I sit indian style on the bed
zoned out-ungratefully dead
searching for pretty yellow flowers
blooming inside my head
spawn of anonymous hoi-polloi
A prisoner of my own mania
A prisoner of my addictions
Sleeping with the lights on
wrapped up in these conditions
"The distance between my soul and the world"
The distance between
my soul and the world
is a submergence
a mountain of distrust !
Despondantly staring
Into a shallow grave,
Confused and drunk,
Is that my Bro ?
Deep inside we should all be soul searching repeatedly.
To be alive is to be free !
Look at the midnight sky,
Every star has a name
You don't have to cry,
We aren't all to blame…
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