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The End of an Era

Here he is, he saves a grin
He wants to be the one who doesn’t have to sink a level
Indiscrete, in his retreat
All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride
He held in her name…

~*~

Limits have their breaking pointss

And can fall in utter disrepair

What used to be bound with ropes

Now dangles by a precarious strand of hair

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Mirrors have their cracking webs

And when they spread, it can shatter

No matter how hard you try to fix it

It’s won’t show the same reflection ever

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Bodies have their wounds and sickness

And we’ll always try to slowly heal

But someday no medicine could cure

And we will then be rapidly killed

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Words have an end to their capacity

Someday you might run out of meaning

We talk and take things for granted

And in the end are left silently staring

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People have their gentle push

But sometimes it comes to a shove

And no amount of closing apologies

Can ever return the former love.

~*~

He’s in love with an isolation from emotion
Here he is awaiting sentence
A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish
A subtlety that can’t be learned, a subtlety that can’t be taught
He is caught in the lure of second thoughts
He might still care, as he settles down well aware…

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Rainy L.A. Noir

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin’ you near
In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats—how it yells in my ear…

~*~

Sweet coffee steam and cigarette smoke curling, interlacing in intricate patterns, at her soft delight

As her puckered lush ruby lips once talked optimistically of the taut horizon of New York skylines

Her caramel eyes glazed dreamily as she got caught in the monochrome noir of stormy LA nights

Her cascading lemon blonde hair like fallen hay as she huddled under the soggy newspaper’s smudged bylines

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Living life in a suffocating office cubicle, rented apartment in the shady parts of lower downtown

Wearing restricting monochromatic suits and staring sullenly at paperworks with a frown

Bumping against hard brown briefcases and slipping her tall stilettos on fallen trilby hats

A devil in the city of angels, living life in a labyrinthine maze, no way out, with her fellow windup rats

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Is it such a big crime, she pondered blearily, to wish and vie for something just a little more?

Than dingy old diners, dusty sweltering pavements, and hunting inside thrifty dark dime stores?

Sitting in a vinyl booth, broken neon “OPEN” sign flicking; greasy barkeep and regulars tactlessly staring

Fellow jaded sunken eyes probing her petite form, pervading, conspiring, rudely judging

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Her five AM weeknights are spent hiding, clutching a bottle of Old Fitzgerald in the dirty back alleyways

Gazing with bloodshot eyes at the midnight skies melancholically, with filthy grey smog they were laced

The smug smiling moon was missing, the stars flickered back farewells, shimmering faintly like her dim hope

And like her monotonous arid soul, they also found themselves lost in the hazy chokes of this dismal city’s Cimmerian smoke.

~*~

Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality…

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