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 Sep 2014 Renmar
DaSH the Hopeful
The light is struck away in a cold confusing slash of night
  Black creeping at my windowsill signifying the strangeness of unfamiliar surroundings
          Changed and twisted by the lack of sound the sleep of others brings
      I stay roused in the dark
      Silence biting at my ears
            My mind asking itself rhetorical questions
            

        Pacing and pacing and pacing
         and pacing and pacing


Staring out my window at slanted shadows that seem to smile back
           They're very telling
They want to get in, and bad.
  


       *I pray to God they don't.
 Sep 2014 Renmar
DaSH the Hopeful
Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities
    The kids all listen to your great advice
Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises

       "How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue
        Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone
         Better to receive than to give"

         They scream in monotone

I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires
     Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir
       Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes
        My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories

     The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue
     You couldn't be real to save your life


Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass
   I watch it mix slowly and think out loud:
    "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"
  

   But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing
      When you're sinking just to try and float
   So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat
 Sep 2014 Renmar
lil j
jailbreak
 Sep 2014 Renmar
lil j
I'm trying to escape this body but I'm trapped
I'm hammering my fists against the walls of my veins
but there's no way out and no way in
I'm left alone in this dark space that used to be my mind
there's nothing left here besides my slowly deteriorating corpse
I'm sorry
June 14 2013
 Sep 2014 Renmar
jeffrey robin
(              

                )





^^^

In the ole days a girl who used her sexuality

to invade the sanctity of life

was called a ****

//

now she's called

A SENSITIVE POET !

especially when she resorts to

a phony and maudlin self - pity

and reveals the deep hatred imbedded

in her un-wholesome life of lies

••

I hear

HELLO POETRY

is going to change its name to

THE ******* **** PAGE

FOR THE EMOTIONALLY INFANTILE

!!

honesty is the best policy
 Sep 2014 Renmar
jeffrey robin
(              

      )






                                               ^^^

The old sign
                                                Above the dead dream street        

ancient men gathered

Now
                              You move

Thru the dim lit haze

                 In awe

For the old sign gave you such warning

But you were young and did not heed

••

The bar is closed

As is the hotel up the block

Only a few crack houses show refuge

And the moans of the stale ****** who

are your only comrades

For yours is their game if not their trade

••

You remember your poet days

And how you laughed at the idealistic

Who spoke of mountains and such things

While you spoke of *** and exploits and
The exploitation they so inevitably  bring

The Sign  hangs and creaks as the wind blows
Above the bar that it once called home

THE SIGN !

You can't dare read it again !

You bundle up your years and move along

Everything seems to point at you / laughing heartily

You know it is not really so

But you and reality have long parted ways

••

All there  is  -- such loneliness

The old Sign swaying in the breeze

Is a story in itself

As you are a story in and of yourself

Of a humanity long since faded

Of a life so incomplete
 Sep 2014 Renmar
DaSH the Hopeful
Hey girl
      *I caught you staring in the mirror again


       The same look of dissatisfaction painted clearly on your face
You look at your stomach and touch your waist
            Turn and look at your back with the same expression
       There may be wear and tear here and there, especially on your spirit, but that's not where you stare
          If you did you might see the most beautiful sight ever beheld by those big brown eyes
   
       See,
    A lot of men would see your thighs and to no surprise, try to get inside
      But I see your mind and what lies behind the obvious
           A question mark most would leave off the end of their sentence
            I could never forget it.
   I see the rocky road you've walked every time that we talk
        The gravel was never gentle on your soul
      But you continued until you came upon a house built from pain
  decided to stay and thought you'd be okay
      It slowly became a home where you grew into the furniture
    Your veins interlaced with fabric and every fabrication only wove you deeper
          And soon the drugs came to take you away only to fade and leave you to a fate stuck between these walls of abuse
     
                    I refuse
To let you go back
And even if you hate me now, I hope one day you'll understand and love me for that
                   See, I see a lot of things because I look past the mirror you fixate on
                    I've never had to see you as just a reflection
           But rather as perfection, because with every wrong direction you took to get to me it made the time we have together that much more meaningful
           And though your spirit may be bruised and tired, it refuses to give up,
It's gorgeous.
         


        
You've never had to see me as a reflection either. Every time you look at me, I'm anew. I'm not what's in a dusty mirror, and I'm not what's in a fading photograph. I'm a steady flame in your heart, and the most beautifully flawed smile I've ever seen. I could never thank you for all those small things you do without noticing. Nothing I write could touch upon the tip of the gratitude I hold in my heart for you. So I guess to come as close as I can in three simple words,

**I love you.
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