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Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,The kabob that is my body searing, skeweredOver scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand.Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance,
No sleep.
No water.
Dry mouth seems to be the onluy taste available.
No reach or want for what is close.
Only hardships are available.
Thee isn't much around in this deserted place we call home.
Head down in a book,
Hiding my braces,
Fearing they may look,
Always so abrasive.
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Head high like a rook,
Not afraid of their gazes,
Have them by the hook,
It's rumbling below
One blastoff from volcano
Hot things, land, above
So hot to cook a chicken
Or burn everything in path
I
can take
the heat.
The rays of sun never fail to slow me down
and lighten my head
I lie in wait
for the heat to form a pillow under my head
and a blanket over my body
You love my purfume I can tell
By the way you close your eyes
I trigered something
Wrapping your hands around
My small frame fits perfectly
You grip me tighter so I dont slip
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard,
my lawn chair slightly separated from the others.
My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an
overheated and dried out tongue.
I am tired.
Tired of holding my tongue
at the thoughts
my mind shouts.
What do I want to do?
Who do I want to be?
How will I make money?
I do not know.
And I am tired.
its the grass burrs stickig to your sock
its the way the water looks wen you skip a rock.
its the water glistening when the sun hits just right.
its how it looks even prettier reflecting th moon night.
I prize my gift from the sun,
the smooth ebony blanket
that trails in my path.
It bears the token of my progress,
like a toll booth of past endowments,
always full of unanswered prayer.
Cages thrown deep into the Hudson
The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier
I fear- that I might get sick
for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum
It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run
The landscape is barren
The wind blown is warm
Some bathe in the sunlight
Some burn with its scorn
Some lie there in waiting
With unquenchable thirst
Except the water is gone
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Everyone is sun burnt and extremely tired,
But we have to make sure the next act is on fire.
Yes, they are just performers on stage,
Simply letting go of their built up rage.
The hot sun beats down on my neck
this sticky sweet popsicle heat.
My destination is still blocks away
My mouth and nose are dry
and my shirt clings to me with sweat.
I can see the park now
Crush.
Eyes met.
Smiles are stolen.
Her laugh is adored.
They fnally build the courage.
They talk and make a date.
Then on that date night they kiss.
A single date then turns into many moments.
I am fire
Blind rage attacking a blank page
I started as a small flame
Campers slowly added branches, paper, and pollution
I became too large to contain
I am fire
Tonight is encroaching
Right above the yellow sunlight
Take me to your moment
Of revelation in this moon light
I want to demonize the wind
Finish the mystery within
We exist only behind the words we speak.
Standing at this distance, we forever reach.
We swallow the affinity because we know deep down it can never be.
We put the dreams to rest and embrace the reality we live in.
The drone of fans awakes you from your sleep
And light sneaks in around your windowsill.
The chill of night the new day will not keep,
Yet work must start where all the blades are still.
There once was a boy who stood out from the rest
The girls and guys both all knew he was the best
He was 6 foot 3, hit his head on ceiling fans
And his flawless skin was a natural golden tan
