| Expect no comfort in the chaos. |


But To Be FrankOh but to be frank How the vestige is falling And warping in the structure A slow collapse crushing Oxygen deprivation Hands holding rusty nails And a relentless death A soon inevitable thing Odor and mortar casting feet How is there no artist And the chisel has gone abstract A stare straight upwards Often stuttered Harder to breathe like drowning At the crease of the mouth A death is pouringBut To Be Frank
Cough Your head jerks down Plunging your head into wet cement This is the poem of the last few moments When you cough it's over


It's How I RollIt's how I roll like a midget in a snowball You start out playfully rolling down the hill Until your packed with snow around your coat Man... You're gonna die And in your denial of death you embrace it Imagining it as a person looking at it Soon you are an impenetrable force of God You are the chosen one as you bowl into a crowd OH GOD STEVE you hear as a crunching squishy sound You soon feel regret but all too late A brickwall... Bing... Bang... DeadIt's How I Roll
©2009 -Clifton "Eric Caesar" Copenhaver
SBSP Cake 3
SBSP Cake 2| Expect no comfort in the chaos. |
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Stay a while and Listen!
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And I am running out of words.
And I am running out of time.
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Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.
I can only think on my holidays! This summer will be good ...
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