......: November 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Heart Sleeve: By Mr. Idol

You are my "I Put No One Above" thing
This is not a lust thing it's a love thing
You know this love thing is a real thing
You keep me afloat and never let my sub sink
What I think subconsciously is that you have my heart in a harness to be honest
I wear my emotions and my heart on my arm sleeve
And you stole it
Just another mild case of armed robbery

You don't need an alibi to corroborate your story
I'll tell them the truth surely
You're my baby like Maury

I really appreciate all the small things
You're my personal cheerleader for my ball team
You are what I see in my dreams
I want to make this a husband and wife thing
As crazy as this might seem
I'm addicted to you like dope and morphine

I made great mistakes but to translate what my mind fixates
It'll take Dracula's stake to displace my heart and replace sweet thoughts of you
Who am I to fool
When I close my eyes I feel tears from the sky fall from the thought of you
We're a match made in Heaven
Living on Cloud 9
I don't want to procrastinate or waste time
Tick Tick Tick Chime
My heart is on my mind and my mind is on my heart
Which is you
So it's safe to say you had my soul from the start

I control every emotion that I might feel
But with you I can't
I love this experience
It's like a first timer popping mushrooms and white pills and being left in the dark
I just roll with it like dice will and hope for a safe trip

Now I'm back again like McFly and his Dolorean
I want it to take me back to the future or past
Whatever it takes to make this love last
Forever and Always
I'm here to stay

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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Winter Fight: By Mattoo Manner (Maxime Hilaire)

The Winter Fight

Sportswear vest protects your chest, the scarf protects your neck,
beanie protects your skull, and gloves protect the prints. I kill in
cold blood protect your cells from the man who lost his soul. Freezing
cold below zero no hot chocolate to be sold a warm soul turned cold
deprived of heat and sleep, please check the furnace, thermostat
broken, feet are numb motion sickness from the lack of blood flow.
Control the cold,
Turn up the heat by one degree rubbing hands, and cover your ears for
the cursing out of the freezing breeze. Wind blows the branch that
once held leaves swinging nothing just a moving stick while moving
sick. Hands warmer than the feet tears roll on the surface of dry
skin. Coughing up air gasping for breathe shivering and gritting teeth
looking for a warm opening. Suffering facing a cold death, placing a
tongue over chapped lips that cracked and began to bleed. Tears roll
blood flows in a room of no interactions, emotions crack. Minus two
degrees please check the thermostat no heat raises fingers slowly
numbing as the body lays. Afraid to sleep daydreaming awake praying
for heat
Layer upon layer is no use, holes filled clothes which lost the
possible heat he thinks he lost his feet. Frost bite took his soul;
the cold took his balance and swept him off his feet total knockout
helplessly facing defeat on the ground the body stays as the body
decays the butcher chopping the meat ashes to ashes meat is meat
cannibalism dog eat dog. A feast is a feast. Victory for the
opposition who raises the roof and inside raises the heat
Welcome to the "Belly of the Beast"

Mattoo Manner better known as Maxime Hilaire

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