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Tupelo Aug 2015
Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I know about these demons
All of them by name
The vices they have gifted me
Conversing with my addictions
Making plans for the future
And tightening the chains

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I've identified all the leaks in my hull
Letting the Atlantic rush on in
Duct tape can not fix every hole
That you have left in me

Today I stopped believing I was a good man
I do not care about this body anymore
Wishing to rid myself of it
Liberation will be the song I shall dance to
Once this heart has forgotten it's rhythm
And my blood pumps in tune again
Today is the first of many
Tupelo Aug 2015
golden sliver, Fistfuls of skin
Such a scenic sight
Clenched sheets like prayers,
Hailed gospel to the ceiling
All was holy in the twilight,
I spoke aloud my wantings
You replied with your own,
I've fallen for eden,
Knowing the consequences
Lord have mercy
On our sinning souls
Every inch of you is a garden to me
Tupelo Aug 2015
I want this to be short and simple,
I hate myself
I love you
I'm willing to make myself better
Just to hold you close again
Tupelo Aug 2015
Everything I've written
Belongs to my love
I've never met
one day I hope you read them all
Tupelo Aug 2015
Garden eyed beauty,
Tulip bloomed smile,
Let us till the soil,
Make anew this land,

The heat has come to stay,
Now is the time for planting,
Every orchard hangs heavy with
The fruit of our labors.

August remains elysium,
The earth is singing her song
through the throats of songbirds,

We remain sleeping,
For the birth of morning,
Dreaming of the harvest
When the sun decides to rise
Tupelo Aug 2015
I do not know why,
Nor when this happened,
But my chest addressed itself to you,
Put all the good in me into envelopes,
Hoping one day you’ll receive them,
And that maybe one day,
You’ll reply with all your good addressed to me
She is Beautiful
Tupelo Aug 2015
There came a time
Where I did not think of tomorrow
I only hoped to see the end of today
Pleaded for a sign from somewhere
I was met with a desert,
The cool of the night,
A cry for mercy,
And the silence of war
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