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A Storm Is Coming...

I took a second to admire this perfect day...
And noticed that something was blocking the Sun's ray...
The children quickly looked up and stopped their play...
Noticing that their blue sky was becoming gray...
Black storm clouds began to replace the white ones...
And mean, angry winds began to shove the nice ones...
Thunder crackling drowned out the bird's singing...
To the point where my winged friends considering leaving..
The ruffles in the water started to become waves...
Lightning began to strike, setting the sky ablaze...
The clothes on my back suddenly seemed thin...
As I felt a drop of rain plop onto my skin...
The trees no longer had their calm sway...
But it seemed as if they were getting blown away...
All I can do is hope that things change for the better...
But this proves that nothing good lasts forever...

-Double-@

Taste Of A Dream

The taste of a dream is as sweet as can be...
Without having to feel, smell, hear, or see...
I'm always satisfied by fantasy's lovely nectar...
Hunger flees in cowardice from my feast of a lecture...
I sip a deep thought, or bite into a daydream...
And that alone eliminates the thirst that the day brings...
Delicious invisible delectables, on unsightly platters...
I just stuff my face with thought like nothing else matters...
When I give my taste buds a rest, and pause from eating...
Then my stomach growls, hungering for some thinking...
As if they grew on trees, theses fruits of thoughts come naturally...
Devouring in plain sight, even in public, so casually...

I'm a sucker for the sugar-coated doses of fantasy...

But I bet they'd taste even better in reality...

-Double-@

Cigarette

The most known mulatto of this, or any time...
White skin on the outer side, but brown in the inner side...
I have a tendency of always getting what I want...
People just can't keep their lips off me, to be 'blunt'...
Yes, my favorite place to be, is indeed your mouth...
Don't deny it, I spend more time in it than out...
You wrap your lips around me before I even get hot...
You can't wait to taste this nectar that I've got...
Then you light that fuse...yeah, you turn me on...
And with each time you suck, the sensation gets more strong...
Yeah, you like it don't you...damn you're so naughty...
You've been itching all day to blow this little hotty...
And so have I, so much that it sets my soul ablaze...
Feel I finally feel your jaw's embrace, and ecstasy's haze...
I ejaculate in your mouth repeatedly, but you don't mind...
It turns me on to see it seep out your mouth each time...

We both get our pleasure, I love it, you love it...
And you don't even care about the side effects from it...

With each time I spew my white onto your tongue...
The more terrible you're inner health becomes...
Sore throat, bad breath, yellow teeth, lung cancer...
Blood clots, bad coughs, throat and tongue cancer...
I tell you what can happen to you each time before...
And you still wanna blow me? Wow, what a whore...
You should probably give up on me if you feel lucky...
But we all know you won't, so go ahead and suck me...

To my favorite whore...

-Double-@

Accepting The Pain

I'm looking at the scars you left on my heart...
And the rips it has from when you tore it apart...
It lays here motionless, and light as a feather...
It sits in it's cage, more fragile than ever...
The blood runs dry and the scabs take root...
Awaiting for these feelings to finally dilute...
But it lingers, and remains, and sticks, and stays...
So perhaps it's come time to accept these pains...
Sure the feeling seems like its too much to bear...
And sure I may even shed a tear here or there...
But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger they say...
And breath still draws into my lungs everyday...
So I've had to gain strength from all that's happened...
Gathering more power each time that I'm saddened...
Even with knowing this pain won't go away...
I can still crack a smile each and every day...
And I know while I rive, you still manage...
Knowing that you left infinite amounts of damage...
But the same tactics used to your advantage...
I now use those as an invisible bandage...
Because you thought you could destroy me!, but you couldn't...
I quietly take it in stride, though I shouldn't...
But taking all this pain and still remaining on the hinge...
Is ten times as hurtful to you than any revenge...
So as I prepare my heart to love one more time...
The thoughts of winning this battle helps me unwind...
Eventually my heart will pump regularly again...
And with every beat, the hurt will still remain...
So now when I feel any pain in my chest...
I can stop, smile, and know that its for the best...

You Can't Hurt Me Anymore...

-Double-@

Angel In Disguise

I know that you've noticed that I often touch your back...
And its because I'm searching for the body parts you lack...
You have everything else as far as appearence...
And looking at you always seems to lift my spirits...
The smile that brightens the darkest night...
The eyes that use their beauty to create light...
The cheeks that resemble small clouds of joy...
The hair from the Harp strings that God himself enjoys...

So I ask Angel...where are your wings?...

You probably noticed that I touch your head a lot...
And its not to test out the new hairstyle you got...
You've got all the mannerisms, the perfect attitude...
So why can't I locate thi final attribute?...
You take care of me as if you were sent to...
And you watch over me as if you were meant to...
You have a heart of gold, that has infinate space for me...
As if you were from the place we are all waiting to see...

So I ask Angel..where is your halo?...

~muwah~

-Double-@

Leatherface By D.A.

When I saved you from that dumpster, you had no face...
Just a blank canvas, waiting for an image to be placed...
So I stitched you a face made out of leather...
I couldn't dare think of a material better...
Its strong, yet smooth...hard yet soft...
Much like the face I wear...so why take it off?...
But I guess the face I gave you wasn't good enough for you...
You've got new faces you wear depend on who stands before you...

Our one friend is a jokester, who never wears a frown...
So you stitched a cotton mask of a clown...
Suddenly when he's around, everything is so funny...
To the point where you can't breathe and you're eyes are runny...
But even when nothing is funny at all, you laugh yet and still...
And look around as you do it, hoping that someone else will...
Your usually mellow tone of voice is now a scream...
But as soon as he leaves, you wake up from that dream...

The clown mask comes off as soon as he walks out the door...
And u put on the leather mask that I made you before...

Our one friend plays hockey like everyday is his last...
So you simply, when you're around him, wear a hockey mask...
All of a sudden you're so concerned about your physique...
And you're language and tone of voice is no longer discrete...
You slang all your words, dance, scream and shout...
And pretend to talk sports...something you know NOTHING about...
You sing songs by artists you usually would despise...
But as soon as he leaves, you open up your eyes...

When the "Time you are on" is no longer his...
You put your leather mask back on, and go about you biz...

Our one friend is...well, Caucasian as they say...
So you found you a mask worn by the KKK...
Nothing racist, not saying that you hate any colored folk...
But you suddenly forget that you are, and that's no joke...
When he's around, the way you act is now "Dank", and "filthy"...
And you're so concerned with getting high and drunk, it kills me...
You worship the guy, might as well be kissing his feet...
But you're demeanor changes just as soon as he goes to sleep...

When you feel like its ok to remind yourself that you're colored...
You put your leather mask back on, and you're once again a brother...

I know all of these friends, and appreciate the good that they do...
But when you were down in the dumps...who's the one who saved you?...
I love you...I really do, and not to sound bitter or mad...
But seeing you rush to put on a face for others does make me sad...
We're destined to be bonded for life, I'm already sure...
But its almost like...I don't know who you are anymore...
So when you look in the mirror at your blank skull again...
Remember that my mask is the closest thing to skin...

-Double-@