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 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
Just Melz
Gazing through this smoky haze
Thinking about you again
It's been awhile since I thought of you
       My dear old friend        
I needed you then
Last night...                          
When my mind began to spin
I was beginning to lose touch with reality
I read some of my old poetry        
Bringing up some old memories
Pictures and videos too.      
But that didn't help me
I simply needed you                
I've heard it called destiny
And I can see that smile in my mind
So very clearly
It's been awhile my old friend
Since I've needed you again
But last night              
When my head began to spin
I retraced the pattern of my soul within          
I was disappointed to trace over you once or twice
Oh! How nice it would have been
If I'd never grabbed that knife          
That you deliberately stuck in my back dear friend          
If I hadn't, I'd never have known it was you
I could've died peacefully            
Never knowing your love was through
But I did grab it, I did turn around
Now you're laying there
Still sliced up on the ground
My dear old friend
Inside my soul                              
Is the last place left you can still be found
Another interesting yet dark dream....
That temporary smile;
           that temporary pain.

I've been so stressed about tomorrow,
            that I forgot to live today.
Be easy.
 Sep 2014 Tony Scallo
Arataikii
You admitted a weakness,
A sweetness in your honesty
But I never imagined it could be.

A glance caught,
A laugh shared with ease,
A fool, that's me.

So simply self convinced,
No chance for this.
But then, a light touch to knee...

And like that day you shook my hand,
We met.
And now I see.

So much to learn for
This is your world,
This language is is not me.

But I'm a fool
who wants to learn,
Teach me.
This is how I'll spend my nights away from you, I miss you all the time.
 Sep 2014 Tony Scallo
Dee
Call me whatever you wish
As I creep in stealthily
Leave you sighing
Endlessly

Am I necessary?...Most certainly
Leave your soul restless
As you wonder
Ponderously

A coma, in the sentence of life
Reflect on events of past
Take a deep breath
Gradually

I could leave you much wizened
Introspect in me sanguinely
I am your very own
Solitude
Thoughts, musings
Now I'm falling into pieces
Searching my minds deepest reaches
and I start to feel it creeping in
As the haunting thoughts just begin

The ghost of my sins start to scream
Reflecting on actions once redeemed
and I know I need to just let go
But the spirits reach out from below

Seemingly impossible to overcome
As I try to bury whats been done
and as ones buried another arises
**** the spirit or face your demise
Loosely translated occidere spiritum means "To **** the ghost or spirit".  We are all haunted by our past.
 Sep 2014 Tony Scallo
Cara
Forgotten
 Sep 2014 Tony Scallo
Cara
We are all going to die.
We are all going to be forgotten.
It doesn't matter if your grave is six feet deep and three feet wide,
Or if your body was slung over the side,
of a boat in motion
from hands devoid of emotion
We all end up just the same.
Decayed and rotten.
Forgotten.
If that isn't Equality,
I don't know what is.
If you are going to shine in this world,
it is essential to know:

You will cast shadows.

People will hate you for
the darkness,
instead of praising you
for clarity.
Shine anyway.
"I love you,"
One:
You are the first person to ever say that to me
The grass felt soft and the air warm
We couldn't stop laughing

"I love you,"
Two:
I'm a bit more skeptical because words aren't actions
And you're actions are yelling another story; it sounds more like a tragedy than a comedy.

Three:
Someone told me they loved me before, but hadn't thought about what it means. I trust you are most selective with my feelings. (A candle-lit dinner means more than artificial light.)

"I _ _ _ _ you,"
Four:
We say "love" as often as "hate;" they can be equally destructive.

Five:
I'm alone. I can love myself.

"I love you,"
Six:
This time I said it first. That was a mistake. You are only skin deep. You couldn't understand anything more than perfume and mascara. It makes all the difference if you break or are broken.

Seven:
We are collapsing buildings, screaming it one last time before we accept we never had a chance. If we had been trees we could have swayed in the breeze.

Eight:
I am alone.

"I love,"
Nine:
My love is for someone else, not for myself.

Ten:
I'm very cautious when someone says, "I love you." I've heard it before. I have only seen it through squinting eyes.
When it's honest, I hope I know how to care for it properly.
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