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You appeared on a cold night 

With the odor of dirty smoke and dead guinea

Fear pushed its way through the door

I saw your teeth through the window

Your face once pressed upon it like a shrewd and handsome child

I saw it now eaten away by time

Through your veins 

Your insecure-stained face, still,

Showing in all the sweat that you cried

Reflections I saw again and again

One more time please 

I'm tired and I just can't with my heart

One more time, no my love

Please don't yell because the children sleep

I'm returning with blame so hot I'll burn your hurting punches

Bruising me with every touch

My days are grey when you're around 

But the sun comes out when you leave for town

The sorrows in my heart I've had to swallow with the flame in my heart

My face of beauty and youth

Has been aging in silence

Every time you call me bitch with violence

I wish your conscience dwindled and you fell sick

One more time please

I'm tired and I just can't with my heart

One more time, no my love

Please don't yell because the children sleep

I'm returning with blame so hot I'll burn your hurting punches

Bruising me with every touch

You're weak and awful

Don't think your better

Better than anyone

I'll smoke my cigarette

And blow the smoke in your face

One more time please

I'm tired and I just can't with my heart

One more time, no my love

Please don't yell because the children sleep

I'm returning with blame so hot I'll burn your hurting punches

Bruising me with every touch

Adapted from Bebe’s Malo lyric

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Hole in Hand

I dropped a bottle
Now, there are holes in my head
I stabbed a knife all through my hand
I see the pretty wave with rifles
The soldiers look ahead

Look around you and see the misery
Bleeding through the stifled histories
Green and greed all around you
Find a pillow and gun instead

I threw a bottle
Now there's a hole in his head
Sixteen guys will fight you
But you'll win in the end
Better trust who guides you
Words from the dead

Silent kills and violent pills don't mix
An open vein will leak or piss
Turn around and cry about you
Hardest hit, a punch, unclenched, an open fist

I dropped a bottle
Now, there are holes in my head
I stabbed a knife all through my hand
I see the pretty wave with rifles
The soldiers look ahead

Dunce Cap

Face to face
Failure gets the better part of you
A stream of letters and
Figures saying only some of you
But you think that
Really they’re a summation of you

Face to face
Failure gets the better part of you
Can’t hardly push away the thoughts
Disappointing you
Chewing and washing you
Like gum in your mouth

Denounce these pathetic worries
Unsubscribe to them
Never
Create a better you
Entertaining failures

Face to face
Failure gets the better part of you
Be cautious
Of the grades that follow
They may get the better part
Like the slice of cake or pizza
The one you chose before anyone had a look

Denounce these pathetic worries
Unsubscribe to them
Never
Create a better you
Entertaining failures

Nature

I saw her
Looked deeply at her
Specifics
And generalities.
Found her
Big,
Found her
Intricate.
Chaos, please make sense of her;
You, her awesome opposite
Let me not suppose,
Engross her with my tears and sweat.
Let me not impose,
Run her
Empty with regret.
She gave me life,
What I least understand
I tend to grasp its ambiguous
Nature

Taken

Torn from the creature I helped torture
Behind the conscience dungeon
The gloomy den of an empty dream
Given to slavery
Had to master his own
My given
Taken away
Made to survive
Alone
A technicolor in making him sweat
Battered
Bruised
Forgotten with time
The voice calls with little air
Yet not enough time

Sleep Talking

Desire's
                   lonely
Speech rolls
Empty groans
Asleep under the growing moon
Eyes stripped of the stars' light
Dreams dying with every snore
Turning hours rolling on their backs
And mine hurts sinking deeper into the couch
Had a terrible sweat, wiped it down
Evening's blanket
Dirty and drenched
Imbued by thought
I swear
I sweat enough

The morning after

Monday blues and Tuesdays burn


The better bottle froze when I tried to open it


I don't know about you

I don't know about me


The better moments were when I smiled, happily


A child misguided


Under guidance of his swooned mother


Otherwise a patron saint oppose to an evil father


Burdened blood never filters between the misty skies


And darkened space


This tragedy


This trajectory of paternal hurt and burdened pedigree


Follows you

And nudges you


Insisting to speak to people you dislike

My better bottle froze when I tried to open it

Now I'm ready to fight