Poetry

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Dead man was I ever alive?
Was it just a dream? Just a quick breath of life in-between dreams?
Am I sleeping?
Am I locked away in a coma? Slowly making a new life and forgetting my dead legs


Is the beating heart the pulse of my life? The everlasting push towards peace
I believe there is something more to hold onto today
I assume that I'll get the memo sometime soon


But for now, while I wait, drown with me if you will,
Soak in my memories & suck on my exhales,
Feel the blackness of my heart wrap your body & squeeze the air out of your lungs
Understand the emptiness trickling through the veins in my body
Millions upon millions of miles of nothing to see, nothing to behold except that of my own self-induced drug addictions


Lay me down to sleep with my eyes tightly clinched in my hands
Let me rest quietly with my heart gently wrapped within my scars


Sleeping knowing that today is gone
Sleeping knowing that tomorrow isn't coming
Sleeping knowing that yesterday wasn't there
Sleeping knowing that my skirmishes weren't meant for your heart


Was the beating really my heart?
I must inquiry
Was I ever alive dead man?
I must comprehend these scrolls you've given me


I am here now
I am awake for a moment
Alive for seconds and living in minutes and coffee
So knowing this I must try to constitute new understandings
I must awake, I must walk, I must love


I am dirt. I am exhales.
Nothing more. Nothing on my own.
Dirt & exhales are my makings, and you my maker
Warp me up, float away with me
Kill the cells causing my coma
Kill the moments causing my hallucinations


Become what I can't
Become more than what I am
Become in me what you already are


Today hasn't called, tomorrow is under par, & yesterday is but a dream within a dream.
So will you let love take other the positions? Let love sub this game?


Kill the hallucinations & the realities
Slip under my skin & infect all notions of self-importance


Be you & I'll become gone
Be you & I'll become safe
Be love & I'll stand here while today slips away, tomorrow sleeps in and yesterday breaks down.

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