Elimination
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 31, 2007 at 12:47 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
For a moment
I was there
I was right there again
But with a different
Pair of eyes
Evil and conniving
Innocent and Sweet
It reminds me
Of perfect constellations
So beautifully in place
But broken up
Can't really tell
The pictures
That she paints
I'll never see her face
While I smell fear
One sheer frustration
On the tears
She wouldn't cry
Beer wasn't the substance I was on
With this
I always make mistakes
You made me believe
But faith made me speak in lies
Now you're gone
You still wouldn't leave
Can't I just f@#$ing kill you
You could kill me too
Let's hunt each other out
Elimination
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No Flood
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 31, 2007 at 12:40 AM
Current mood: Apocalptic
I pity the cries
Of the hopeful one's
Their sorrow echoes
Throughout the day
And I must solemnly admit
That I am sorry for no one
Who feels the way I did
Trying to better themselves
In absolute glory
Rain Come Violent Rain
Let the dirt of the earth
Soak through the soil
Rain Come Violent Rain
And fill our drinking cups
With tears from the heavens
While some say Angels walk among us
And I say the Devil is in you and I
An analogy
Needing no reference to literature
This my friend
Is humanity
And like the snake
Found eating it's own tail
We suffer from greed
Violent Rain Come Take This Sin Away
It's been written in the holy books
I know
Ask me if I care
There is no flood this time
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Conditioning
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 31, 2007 at 12:34 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
I bleed each time I think of you
I bleed each time I do
And when the itch becomes unbearable
I scratch the scab away
To bleed anew
Though you don't bleed
With thoughts of me
Do you ever think of me at all
And if you do
It doesn't show
I'm only on the other side of the wall
I might never know the way you feel
And will you ever smile again
Each day I only long to just convince myself
That you don't need me around at all
We are both missing something real
No there's nothing left
But time to kill
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Short For Words
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 31, 2007 at 12:25 AM
Current mood: Lyrics for a song
Elders say
That the moon and all the stars
Used to be a crescent comb and pearls
Together on a string of love
Revolving back and forth
You almost cannot be alone tonight
You shouldn't be at home tonight
And If I were to be with you
You'll never be alone
You'll never ever be alone
Again
Baby
Maybe it's your wavy hair
That makes me care for
Be there for you
Always thankful for your gracefulness
Baby
I can't find another way to say
I love you
And this letter holds
Less than what I have to say
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Live Tomorrows Day
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 31, 2007 at 12:20 AM
Current mood: inspired
It's your eyes
That makes looking at you easier to do
And I wish that I could stare most
All the time
Only through your eyes I see myself again
Oh I wish this lasts forever
So tonight
I will hold you close to me and not let go
But I will not hold too tight love
It's your lips
That makes kissing you
A passion I adore
And I wish that I could kiss you
All the time
Only through your lips that
I could taste again
How I wish this lasts forever
So tonight
I will hold you in my arms and not let go
But I will not hold too tight love
Someday
My love
We'll be free to conquer all the tasks of life
And I know
Somewhere
Above
There's a place for us
To dance the night away
And I know
Someway
My love
We'll be able to
Forget the past
And Live Tomorrows Day
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Swallowed Whole
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 30, 2007 at 1:43 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
When I was lost
I came to find you
Wasting away
Perhaps enchanted
By a dream
Knee-deep in bitter sacrifices
Almost lost beyond control
Adapting to what is now empty
Swallowed Whole
Swallowed Whole
Although tomorrow
Might not feel the same
Unless it rains again
Inside your heart
The flood has emptied out
What's left
For you to breathe
I came to find you
When I was lost
Now I am washed
Into your sea
Adapting to
What is now empty
Swallowed Whole
Swallowed Whole
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You Are No Better Than I
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 30, 2007 at 1:38 AM
Current mood: pist the flip off
Do you remember?
Do you remember the people you used for information?
For their labor
In trade
For your association?
YOU GOD EXISTS IN A BOOK
TRAPPED
AND USING YOU TO BLEED
TO SWEAT
AND LIVE A LIFE OF NO MEANING
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Only Dreams Grant a Fool One Smile
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 30, 2007 at 1:34 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
The only way to tell
If truly I am so alive
Is if the winter chill
Provides the certain warmth
I so desire
For tonight
I lay here
Bearing thoughts on love
Of how it never
Could have happened
If you haven't seen enough
Yes I could show you
Just might not like it in here
It's cold and warm
And souther jazz
Plays all night long
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Absynthe Minded
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 30, 2007 at 1:17 AM
Current mood: crazy
Walked up the stairs with a twitching eye
She won't think of anything more than her sex life
An inch of vomit spread out
Across her carpet
Just another fume
To assume that all things are all right
Tonight she hopes he's feeling better
She turned the key to her apartment
When she found the letter that
It's August Ninth on a Monday
Or was it already a Tuesday
Call me on a Saturday night
Said the old man who despised
All the ladies with their bellies out the window
Thinking of a pillow
She crawled and sunk right into her bed
Oh God! Get out of my head
She screams again and again and before she knew
She woke up with a shotgun
Sitting in an old canoe
With the full moon in the sky
Reflecting right on his face
He looked around for life
And saw that there's nobody there to embrace
Then a cloud of smoke
Took on the night
With a different shade of blue
He turned around, aimed the gun
And said "Well who the Fuck are You?"
The man said "Wait, It's Me. Your dead Uncle Philly"
"You're in a dream, and you're a man, Hunting for the enemy"
Pounding your fists in the darkened nothingness
Screaming your lungs out
Cause you can't take this mess
Out of your mind
Everytime we try to have some fun
Always bound to life the gun from the ground
Each memory
Holds a little tragedy
Life is a mystery
Still we're so m@*3%f%#$ing pissy
Father farted combination
Dinner breakfast in the morning she woke up
A lot of people died
But she's alive
And so upset
Of course the microwave is broken
The toaster's toast for eggo's
Her appetite's gone
Her father done erased
Three important messages on the telephone
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Wake Up Call
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Jul 30, 2007 at 1:01 AM
Current mood: clueless
It's the morning dew on my bedroom window
It's the Blue Jay on that tree
It's my head stuck on this pillow
It's the day gone by on me
It's the roasted coffe fragrance
I want to linger around my sense of smell
It's the taste of creamy butter
On my toast spread oh wo well
But I don't care about the news today
Could care less what politicians say
Been up late too much
To see if my star shows me where I'll be
Never really been this way before
But you just had to walk out from my door
And now that it's time to cry I panic
Cause I don't know what tears are for
And for a while you were right here with me
But in a second you were gone
It's really hard to know which way is up
Or what is right from wrong
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