Poems Of 1995 III

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	Just to Make 11/16/95 Can you change me? Make me what I want to be? Your willing eyes And truthful lies Your pale white lips Were that crimson drips. Promises from you. I wish were more true. You are my dark knight. Set to sacrifice me, filled with fright. Can you kill me? Make me what I want to be? Your skillful hands Should reap these demands Your deadly touch Could mean so much. Promises from you, Will they please come true. You are my fortunate death wish. Set to bring me vermilion in a full dish. Can you bring me? Show me what I want to see? Your powerful connections, Careful resurrections. You, with your little frown. Bring this body down. Your paltry love, Drawing me down from above. So all that I ask is, that you believe. Believe in what I feel. And listen, just to make it real. Tell Me 11/18/95 I could try a million times And write a million rhymes. Would he ever understand just In him, how much I trust. In him, how much I see. But, he sees nothing in me. In his eyes I could drown. Even if my mouth does frown. In those eyes I envision so much. But in me, he envisions no such. Between his lips I can, My emotions fan. Every part of him Shines anything but dim. He is so great to me. But, this he does not see. He seems to shove me away Day after day. I wish he would realize all The ways he has made me fall. I wonder if him this will reach Teach him how I feel. Let him know its real. Does he feel it too? This love as I do. If he does I wish he’d come to me. And I would let my love free. And, though it would cause pain. Make, so faithfully rain I’d want to know if he Didn’t love me So, if he will Though I love him still Please let me know If this love can grow Not that I’ll pay heed There is no need. I cannot forget those Lips as a rose. Or those eyes digging deep Will never from my memory leap. His whole persona will stay on Even if he decides to be gone. Will he? Tell me? It’s up to you. They Forgot 11/20/95 I lay in the grass In the dead of night Feeling the dew fall Upon my face. I want to cry. Only I’m out of tears So, I pretend the dew is salty And silently sob to myself. I cry because I feel. I feel to much, I fall to easily. I’m so clumsy, falling Over the same Again and again. I splay my fingers Through the weeds Thinking of the same old things. That grow so tiresome. I think of that friend. Who said they’d be there. When its forgotten. Promises that are forgotten. As soon as love comes between us Love is stronger than anything They say now So I sleep, In the tall grasses Alone with no one to be with. Alone with no one to cry on. Sunspray Red 11/22/95 Look at the sunset I wonder what it will become When all is done. I can see, thousands dead. The soil is soaked with red. The thousands, left no one. The sunset lives on. We don’t realize, just how badly We bring down everyone sadly. Our relations, killing eachother While also killing another. The dust that blurs the sun Will make us all come undone. The emotions that clutter the earth Will soon bring down our worth. Everyone fighting for unjust reasons While breaking apart our delicate seasons. The sunset will stay Even when we go away. It was here, times ago Before we wandered to and fro. Our nations will fall Though, we care not at all. For, what are we ruining? If not ourselves. Our everythings But, the sunset will stay When, we’re long away. Takeover Trees 12/30/95 The blue moon Tells of the coming soon Don’t forget that the colors will change. Don’t let the colors limit your range. The purple trees weep Letting the blood slowly seep. Crying, running cricks Drown in the tiny tricks Dying in a violet mist Eating the tight rung fist. The blue moon sees The weeping trees They cry the life away. There to stay. Its almost the end Just around the bend. The colors will be undone. The end of fun.	Reassuring Color Feelings11/27/95 I saw that lovely scene, Of blooming tangerine And it did gorgeously sheen Of bright fuming green The looming machine Surprisingly did glean. But the blooming tangerine Was all I had seen. I need, I glean. The glow of blooming tangerine. I need, I glean. Not having you, seen. I lay down my head, Upon the cherished bed. My eyes of roaring red. Soaring past all you’d said. My bleeding heart, dropped like lead. The roaring red Was pouring, I was dead. Warning, watch where I tread. To these words, I thee wed. To the love, My hate I fed. I want, I wed, The sweet roaring red. I want, I wed, Not having what you said. I do mellow, When draped in sunny yellow I saw the money bellow And stared at the fellow. I funny little fellow, He played the honey cello. I then offered some of my sunny yellow. Some of my runny mellow. I shout, I bellow While drowned in sunny yellow. I shout, I bellow Not having you, the fellow. I felt you, Breathe me into plutonic blue I thought it felt so fresh and new But it was an ironic cur. I witnessed the symphonic slue. False clue. From my beautiful you. There are so few. Who can coo And chronically view As you do. I love, I do The taste of plutonic blue. I love, I do Not having you. Oblivious Disbelief 11/30/95 I stood infront of that pale Looking glass Wishing to fail Kill the mass That solitary reflectance Held my breathe, in expectance. The evil death, stood once here. But the looking glass, did not fear. It stood its ground. And did what was right. I did not shudder or shiver with fright. The mirror is cool, icy to the touch. But not so mean, not as such. The looking glass loves With all its heart The two sable doves. That now departs The looking glass sighs From its deepest soul It watches as it dies The blood thirsty foal. The looking glass breathes But don’t be frightened Its hate only seethes Its grip only tightened. The death stood in this place. Deep and full of fire. Its plastic lace Interweaved with coarse wire. The looking glass is strong- It drowns me now Me under, it does plow. I slide, gracefully in. Letting go, all of the sin. Its chilly water’s overwhelm me. But it is to let me, let me be free. Celestial Jay 12/16/95 You fascinate me Holding my glance In the ocean of your face. Trapping my affection Within the confines of your being. This fascination is, So deep rooted and gentle. It is not, A manufactured steel replica. Of so many others But a swirling, Intertwined clay statue. A statue molded finely, Sculpted with our fingers Containing our beautiful love. The coveting that will never end, It will keep growing and learning Our hands working together to make this love. To twist and bind a perfect dream. You tangle my touch Being trapped in my dream. Wrapping all the beautiful love In a wonderful figurine built on trust. Founded on an afixed need. We breathe the same breath. Live the same life. The pillar of earth, never being broken. We will bind it together. Between our laced psyche And save it on a pedestal In the concentration Of our beautiful, dream-like love. Conditional Compromises 12/26/95 Can’t you touch me? Reveal to me, what you see Feel my heart, as yours rips it. My lonely candle, which you lit. Can’t you touch me? Show me what I am. Bring a mirror, which tells the truth. If I mashed the truth Would your heart change its gown? Help me not to frown If I gave myself to you, What would you do? If you understood me Would you be afraid to see? If you had me Would you want me? If I had you, It was reversed Would I love you? Or would I see so far To see who you really are.