blues

Diamond Smile, Smokey Eyes.

You'll find me out where the smoke's most thick.
Holy middle man, turning broken faith's new tricks.
Occupy the room between stumble and fall,
Ears trained to pick up the siren's last call.

Spoiled lover's plans, I give the devil his due.
Drunken waltz through all the gardens where my dreams once grew.
Threw my chips in with Old Seven and his wicked brew.
I've been kissing on them bottles, when I should be kissing you.

Lay my cards out on the table, always two up my sleeve.
Pull broken diamonds from your smile as I take my leave.
Trade pretty words at empty promise's door,
then tip the waitress and hope to god she's a whore.

There's a cat out at the graveyard and he's digging for me,
Lay my bones out, buried treasure, in a dirt-filled sea.
His cracked tooth smile as he says with a wink,
"Most people feel like floating when they trying to sink."

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His Final Revenge

The rain pours on a solemn face
His final revenge remains so sweet
To disappear without a trace
A victim walks beneath his feet

He who lives below the sun
Knows nothing but himself
To he who knows but anyone
He suffers from your health

He who cannot hear or see
Lives to speak a final word
His final word that speaks to thee
To thee who only overheard

The rock that kicks the person's feet
The sun that sings the heavy tones
A life of crime he soon shall meet
His life will fall just like the stones

The crows that have blood ready eyes
The pathway seems so clear from now
And grey clouds formed into the skies
Hearing screams of why and how

The pinnacle of easy that sits and laughs
The pinstripe suit that mocks his worth
No tears been cried on his behalf
The fat cats full with men of earth

The shadows filled with his demise
Where the chew toy of a man doth lie
His eyes fill with our despise
With knife in hand his freedom die

The rain pours on a solemn face
His final revenge remains so sweet
To disappear without a trace
A victim walks beneath his feet

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another Co-write with Colt http://www.postpoems.org/authors/colt

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Who's real ?

What happens when your tired of being used
Tired of writing sad songs and singing the blues
Friends ? Not friends at all
The same snakes you take to the mall
Everyday faces seem so predictable
Their only goal, is to ruin things unfixable
But you standing strong, taking all you can take
Backed up in a corner with a shell that can't break
And your lost, with no sense of direction
Just wanting to feel some type of love and affection
Cringing for words, craving for the truth
Looking beyond all disguises for who is here for you
Knowing what is right and doing what is wrong
Confused by the words they say so strong
Young wild nights turn in to unbreakable habits
Looking back to the past saying shit happens
Do words hurt ? Do they mean what they say ?
Will they give you the answer or show you the way ?
The truth is always left unsaid
But you will know who was real
Only when your dead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd really appreciate honest feedback. Be as blunt as possible.

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