Three poems all written within the last few months, in no specific order. I hope you enjoy.<\/p>\n
RELIVING YOU I recount details, This is when I see you I need your brand of pain KEEP HOPE A LIE<\/strong><\/p>\n Promise me, lie to me, and let me listen without doubt I want to live in a world The passive sound of falsehood ALLEGRA<\/strong><\/p>\n Fear clasps my shoulders my heart pounds crossing Montana, endlessly you and I have mind alike we’ve gone far the horizon pulls us on Justin Dixon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Three poems all written within the last few months, in no specific order. I hope you enjoy. RELIVING YOU pallor pale, cold, rough skin pocked, pain blackened eyes, nails bit to the root. I recount details, marks noted hatefully, minor feelings enlarged to sizes meaningful. This is when I see you for who you really … <\/p>\n
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\npallor pale, cold,
\nrough skin pocked,
\npain blackened eyes,
\nnails bit to the root.<\/p>\n
\nmarks noted hatefully,
\nminor feelings enlarged
\nto sizes meaningful.<\/p>\n
\nfor who you really are
\njust an ogre with a smile
\nand a cavernous heart.<\/p>\n
\nit consumes me like a drug
\nyou see, the junkie heart inside me
\nthrives on callous blood.<\/p>\n
\npeeled, painted fences
\nand over-grown grasses
\ncalling for a cutting,
\nsunshine rich enough to burn,
\ncalm waking moments
\nlacking fear of touching.<\/p>\n
\ntell me stories
\nabout our life to come
\nwhen we can muse about forever
\nwithout embarrassing fragile Truth
\nor twisting unbending Fact.<\/p>\n
\nor skeptical logic
\nabout a created world
\nfull of fictitious beauty.<\/p>\n
\nwhere truth grows to change
\nwith each passing season
\nand fear is crushed by
\nslight, calming breezes.<\/p>\n
\nwill ring glorious in my ears,
\nyour voice will soothe my doubts
\nand hope will reach my touch.<\/p>\n
\nthen twists into anger
\nwith reckless endangerment
\nbut it’s alright with me.<\/p>\n
\nlike the broken engine mounts
\nunder the hood of our
\nnot too long for the road car.<\/p>\n
\ntwo lanes stretch out before us
\nas we make a break for destinations
\nhidden from Denver’s responsibilities.<\/p>\n
\nmissing parts and filled with
\njust a few too many thoughts
\nbut it’s alright with you.<\/p>\n
\nand not far enough
\nto stop and fix this car.<\/p>\n
\nto thunder storms, complete
\nwhere electric atmosphere
\ncollapses panicked thoughts
\nwhile your hand falls into mine,
\nfinally.<\/p>\n