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Michael D. Walker: Posted on Saturday, October 22, 2011 3:46 PM
Have you done enough so far in your life ? Do you know what it means to breath in the night? Crisp cold air that burns your sinus and numbs your lungs. Feel the pressure of a million pounds of problems pushing you down into a well of wet, dark, slimy despair. Rise up to the heights so high that tears sting your eyes when you touch the powers above for your brief moments of experience of a mortal life. Can the taste of a hot meal bring you joy beyond that of satisfying a |
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Michael D. Walker: Posted on Saturday, October 22, 2011 3:00 PM
 I wish you had the eyes of a companion, one that would not betray. Contrarily, I look into your optical gaze; my heart withers, a dying decent into decay. Oh, to write you out of my system! To bleed myself of words that have connections to you. Words painting images of sad times. Nights full of curses invoked upon you. Seconds walk through the doors of time, holding it open for minutes to follow The hours are always close behind, turning into everyday the misery that I |
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Michael D. Walker: Posted on Saturday, October 22, 2011 2:25 PM
And the beautiful face behind the glass went gliding down the tracks. A rush of dead leaves, gently into the past. And I stood there and I wished..... To place my head upon her breast like a child to a mother. To hear the reverberation of her voice through her bones as she strokes back my hair, and says so clear all of the securities I need to hear. And I fall asleep and I dream.... Of playing with our child on the living room floor. |
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Michael D. Walker: Posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2011 10:16 AM
Good night my love. The monsters in the closet will watch you sleep, don't worry about the company they keep it's no better than the things living under your bed, or the voices screaming inside your head. Good night my love. Your better off than most. The Father, Son, and wedding toast. Lost you on that one. Buddhas got a gun. Good night my love. Sleep tight , don't let the wise men bite. But, if they do , it's alright, there's a bitter memory they taste in you. Good night my love. Pray the lord your soul to keep, |
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Michael D. Walker: Posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2011 9:32 AM
Hey there mischief maker, where you been tonight? Out frightening the people with your apocalyptic sight. How come your so down on everything thats Right? Say there mischief maker , where have you been tonight? Should I call you my lover? Should I call you my Friend? Every time I get close to you I feel we're near the end. Sometimes there's no reason to walk towards the light. Hey there mischief maker where have you been tonight? If there will ever come a time when I can make you mine, please let me know, please give me a sign. |
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