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Kristopher T. Combs
http://kristophercombs.purpledream.com
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First Journey
04/01/03 |
Soft, sunlit and delicate,
warm, sensuous and sound
idle hands at my shoulder tops,
a view of all dreams in your eyes.
Smooth, slow, angelic motions,
gentle riddles and feather-like tickles
a masterpiece in existence before me,
the mirror of all images of beauty.
Faster into the waves we spin,
caressing the rhythm that consumes us
heartbeats interchange the souls we share,
not a frivolous action we dare.
Heading into the moonlight,
curtains sway amongst the view
easing down the bedside with my precious,
teasing the covers the below.
A balcony presents pleasure as we sing,
without music, we ride the beat
hip to hip, hand in hand,
the first journey is underway.
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To All That Is
04/07/03 |
All that is mocked, all that is lost
To all that beams down onto my temples.
To all that feeds on my dismay
All that wishes I could walk away.
Nothing less, my heart resembles.
Time is taken, all that is mistaken
Simple, unglued and willing to be reused.
My care is found beneath, under the weight,
Above the nothing holding my fate
I'm saddened by the depth of your fuse.
Without anger I come to,
To realize, to maybe even die,
To lose my consciousness in your mind.
To find, to see, to let nothing left be,
To all that is, and why.why we all cry.
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Promises
04/15/03
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The bus approaches
As the girl on the street corner
Gazes into her mother's eyes and finds
The one true love of her time
That denied her of ever loving again
Like she did back then
In the darker years that she aches to dispatch
At any give time
Because no person deserves to bleed in their heart
Like she did in the days
When mud covered her face
And her name knew no such thing
As to be called a life
And a lover
And a straight edge of hate
Like that that soars through her today
As the bus hauls
And carries her back into the light
To the man
Who promises never to leave her.
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The End
05/01/03
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Working puzzles without matching pieces
colliding out of my mind
I absorb the ways we find ourselves
in passion without much light
I will be here with your answer
I am out here on the floor
you can see me coming in
and yet still, you ignore
Breathing down into my pillow
smothering all my dreams away
maybe the sun will come out tomorrow
and maybe I'll say goodbye today
Just once I would love to feel and to be
coz once, I have known
that all a while, I am nothing...for me.
its the end.
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Looking At Pieces
05/11/03 |
Held on Sunday, falling today
a funnel of thanks without sound,
hence the poor mattress underneath
a shadow torn by two hearts.
'Twas the fabric that left us 'round,
a pure mood, gripping flesh into its teeth
you said for me to go on with my part.
Clues beat me to the punch,
"day with me, day without...love,
'cuz you don't seem to care, anymore"
day with me, not without...you,
fenced out by another, breathing away
well done! looking at pieces.
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Vibrations
05/15/05 |
I've Been Told It Can't Be Real
And I've Heard They Aren't Things Humans Feel
I've Seen Empty Smiles That Pull On Every Heart
And I've Witnessed Rings Breaking Completely Apart
I've Tasted The Warmth In The Air
And I've Inhaled The Synthetic Flesh After Being Told To Beware
I've Crawled Along And Pulled On My Own Heart
And I've Stormed Through Windstorms That Have Torn Souls Apart
"Vibrations Enhance The World Of Trampolines
Bouncing The Bones Of Lighter Skin Against Gravity
They Don't Feed On Invulnerable Blood And Clotted Veins
And Won't Seep On Through Into Darker Pains"
Spectators In The Distance Hide Their Pulled Cheeks
And They Seek To Defeat And Flood Out Our Creeks
They Jump At The Chance To Scold A Golden Heart
And Stop At Nothing To Rip These Chains Apart
Bystanders Will Continue To Believe In Disbeliefs
And They'll Find Solace In Keeping Us Free From Relief
They Will Empty Our Smile And Pull On Every Heart
And They'll Cause Each Windstorm To Tear Our Souls Apart
"Vibrations Are For Earthquakes And Rocket Ship Liftoffs
Exploring The Headspace Of Earth And Not Sendoffs
They Feed Only On The Most Tangible Soil
And Steer Clear Of Any Remaining Blood They Can Boil"
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After The Cunning
05/30/05 |
After The Cold And Cunning
I Haven't Lost My Desire
Do You Think You Need To Move Me?
I Was Warm Around Your Fire
So Tell Me, What Good Does This Do For You?
What Avenue Do You Choose?
In This Cold We Endlessly Sleep Tonight
After The Cunning, Will It All Be Set Aright?
Stroll On Your Fingertips
Just One More Lonely Kiss
Breathe And I'll Do The Same For You
As You Glisten In Your Innocence
Take Back The Memory
And Conceal The Softened Rivalry
Ask Me And I'll Tell You…Darling.
So After The Cold And Cunning
Will You Be All That Is Lost?
Will You Speak As Though You Were Crying?
Have You Stepped Too Close To Dying?
And Tell Me, What Does This Do To You?
What Reckless Havoc Came Onto You?
Does This Cheapen The Things I've Stepped Beside?
Are You Hopeless And Empty Now Inside?
Step Down Upon Your Knees
And Hold Your Face Down In Between Your Cheeks
Help The Same Man That Longed For You
To Ease Your Mind And Pull You Through
Take Back The Memory
And Reveal The Ways We Used To Be
Ask Me And I'll Answer You…Darling.
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