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 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
Deep asleep my heart stops beating
I see a chance to break away.
Looking down at myself not breathing,
I feel no sorrow if it ends today.
What’s the point in senseless silence,
in my silence can you hear me pray.
Love like magic is an illusion of science,
as I march into the dark decay.

Fear and darkness in the tears I bleed
as I drift into a permanent sleep.
Like a moth to the flame with burning wings
I fly to the valley of sorrow and grief.
I fall into the mouth of a broken tree
then land on the ledge of a snow-covered leaf.
I heard a voice bellow from below:

Where’s the justice in a land of liars,
a knife is plunged into the innocent soul.
A broken heart bleeds anger and fire
as the pendulum swings, the heart grows cold.


Why am I here this is a terrible mistake,
last thing I remember there was no pain,
I went to sleep but did I wake?
I do remember a porcelain plate,
a porcelain cup, I ate and drank,
was it dinner that night that sealed my fate?
Amatoxin tea with a ricin cake,
what have I done, what did I take?

Sorrow is a shadow over those who are grieving,
begging for a chance to put an end to the pain.
Writhing and thrashing from the venomous stings.
falling in darkness consumed by the flames.
As we suffocate should we fight to keep breathing,
or surrender to sorrow and the dark decay.
JDMaraccini
2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
The night grows dark and I grow weary as the bones begin to rise.
The stars reflect the witch’s eye as she takes my soul with lies.
As the wind blows cold through every broken window,
I stand in a circle, where a cauldron of fire glows.

Close your eyes and listen to the painful voice inside,
the truth you hide is written long after we all die.
A liar's tongue is bitten inside the circle of light.
Fallen without a home the circle of bones ignite.

Dance with me, she said. Dance with me through fire and ice.
Take a chance with me, my friend, without ever thinking twice.
Perched on the truth we pull through the pages of our life.
Watch her evil fester and grow as she hides the spinning knife.

Take the stairs near the mountain, drink from the broken fountain,
contemplate not drowning, then enter the valley alone.
Can life return from death? Does the heart need love to beat?
Swinging with a broken neck until again we meet.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
The next life will greet you when the last grain of sand drops,
within the magical hourglass inside our makers' thoughts.
Layer after layer; we shed our fear till the ego is found,
drowned by the light of a supernova,
shattered loud with a glorious sound.
Death ends the circle of life, our bodies will be vaporized.
Hold my hand and close your eyes, hug me tight but do not run,
for tonight the skies ignite in the glory of our supernova sun.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
i am
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
I am nobody,
I am nothing,
I hate me,
this is the truth.
I am the enemy,
my own worst enemy,
I am a victim;
I am a fool.
I am who I am,
a useless man,
I am weak,
I am fearful.
I am rejected,
I have accepted
that I am pathetic,
I am a tool.
Life is pointless,
so very pointless,
until the day I finally meet you.
Then I am able,
so very able
to open my heart and start anew.
I am humble,
I am willing,
I am ready,
to start rebuilding.
I am caring,
I am loving,
I am happy
to say 'I do'.
I am sharing,
my heart mending,
I love me because I love you.
Time passes,
we are fighting,
you get upset and say 'we're through'.
I am checking,
I am questioning,
I am worried,
I can take no more.
You lied to me,
you used me,
I am banging on the bedroom door.
You broke me,
you hurt me,
I break it down and enter with force.
You are screaming,
you are running,
I am about to settle the score.
I am pulling,
I am yanking
on the chainsaw starter cord.
You are crying,
you are begging,
then the engine begins to roar.
I look down and remind you
I am an artist to the very core.
I am sculpting,
I am painting
I am writing,
a metaphor.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
I no longer believe in what I once knew
I no longer care
My eyes are open to the lies and the truth
while I am asleep I am aware
I fall asleep so easily
it's so easy to fall
So now I give it all away
from the beginning until the purist fate
There is nothing left to share
nothing at all

I would never sever a family tree
who would do such a terrible thing
I would never poison the food we eat
yet they took no shame in killing me
They burned my life and future down
now I stand over the devastation
As the dial of life keeps spinning
the world keeps turning
round and round

I no longer believe in what I once knew
this life is lost
I no longer seek the ugly truth
stop the world and push me off
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
jdmaraccini
Sometimes we think we know what's going on
but truly never knowing.
Sometimes we think we’re holy,
sometimes we think we see everything clearly,
even when we are blind.
Sometimes we fail, sometimes our soul is gone.
Sometimes we suffer severely even when we're not wrong.

Sitting in a world uninvited I see the clouds are coming in.
It's time to take a drink as we embrace the end.
It's hard to find the truth in all the noise,
I'm so tired of the noise.
It’s hard to walk away when madness is all I choose,
I’m breaking down for good this time,
I am breaking down.

When our mind is gone, when what we see is clouded.
When we are slaves to the unknown, what will we search for then?

Always we search for something but nothing is all we hold
I feel the blood boiling into the great unknown
I’m making the same mistakes

I’m staring at your wandering soul
flesh and bone is all I see
But you're no empty shell
you're just like me
Just like me
you think I’m nothing like you
Oh very well

Sometimes we think we know what's really going on
sometimes we’re holy
Sometimes we think we see everything clearly
but truly never knowing

Cry alone
cry alone again
Everybody cries
everybody cry again
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Apr 2013 bambi
Harry J Baxter
He met a girl called Mary Jane
she made his fears become
either ghostly apparitions
or waking nightmares
he didn't prefer one over the other
he knew that there was no difference
He met this girl
the summer before ninth grade
and she showed him a life
full of unseen wonders
the beauty of apathy and laziness
He didn't need anybody else
only that beautiful girl
she made him good,
made him better,
made him calm,
made him him
Dancing beneath a flickering street light
he soaked in the peace of the world
until it rose above him
a shaking mass of bleak nothing
which at least hid the world
of even bleaker negativity
Mary Jane was a good girl
but he had outgrown her sway
he would miss her
but truthfully,
he also
would not
 Apr 2013 bambi
Harry J Baxter
Ice cream dreams
come to fruition
in a post adolescent summer timer
the pretty girls
walking up and down the block
where white short shorts
and tight band T shirts
show me you can smile baby,
just for me
like the old times
the before times
the times when life was just
a little bit simpler
I'm an ice cream man
nothing more
than a hell of a way
to cool off
 Apr 2013 bambi
Harry J Baxter
the layers unfold like spring time flowers
aching to be viewed
by sunlight eyes
a winter spent
under the heavy hands
of the foundry
shaped and strengthened
until it is finally ready
to steal the breath
from your lungs
and make your heart
come alive
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