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~OH; You Know Who I Am~
You know I’m always here lingering around like a
Scent you deplore,,,
Waiting for that beautiful wreck in rush hour traffic,
Or the biggest mistake a weekend party drunk will
Ever make by getting behind the wheel,,,
I love floating around in the clouds above the
Highest mountain peeks, hoping for a not so
Graceful fall,,,
You’ll find me hanging around the sidewalks below
Tall city apartment buildings and skyscrapers,
Looking up to see who’s on their way down and
Welcoming them with open arms,,,
I carry a gun and a bottle of pills at all times
To lend out,
Just in case your greatest love breaks your heart
Beyond repair,,,
I’m despair at it‘s finest moment salivating to see
Which method you choose or hand you're dealt,,,
I’m the shadow in the war torn desert sands,
I’m a reality you can’t escape me,,,
I love joy riding on wings of skydiving planes,
That parachute can fail you Know and I won’t
Miss a beautiful landing,,,
I’m the time that runs out of everyone’s clock,
Whether hand wound or Battery operated,,,
I long for the sight of the electric chair or,
That seemingly sterile injecting room of a maximum
security prison,,,
I have no preference I am the ultimate thrill
Seeker and each show or trip I Attend or take
Can always produce an enticing end~!!!
OH; You know who I am; and eventually I will; come
to your house too;
Published 2nd Jun 2012
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2nd Jun 2012 1:33am
I do so like an imagination that leaves mine own in it's wake. A message for us all within,for once we turn our back there stands the Joker! A most engaging piece with no critique of write.
2nd Jun 2012 1:43am
Anonymous
- Edited 2nd Jun 2012 3:17am
2nd Jun 2012 1:38am
I do know who it is--hope I don't get a visit before my time!
Strider
Strider
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2nd Sep 2012 11:21am
The taste of your words were very appeasing, I know death well Fore he's come for me many times, I used to fear it but now that I've grown some and experienced some of life' more cruel lessons, I've come to appreciate him. great poem,
william cole [sabbath]
william cole [sabbath]
