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PERCEIVED RELATION 11.14.2013 - Mike Katz

I'm not the man, who brought blue and red together,
To create purple on the color wheel.
A corkscrew for a tongue, my words intoxicate and shield,
An iron coat of defense left unhealed,
As venomous sentences cause a mental overdose,
And I eat my words, never finished or full,
But distinguishable, I wear my bad habits as a hat,
Heart kept behind an armor plate of steel,
As my mind converts what's fake to real.
Hold shadowed conversations, that speak silently how I feel.
The smiling sun can be revealed - glad,
that it shines a thousand times less bright then you,
Breathless visions aroused with every sight of you.
While I wait, for the wishing well to fill,
it's dried up too soon, and will, eventually do,
the reverse, of how I wrong every right with you.

Take off my shoes, my mind walks a mile,
in the time it takes to put one foot in my mouth.
You're the North Star, and I keep heading south.
You have this effective style,
to go along with that everlasting smile,
Could melt butter with your warm stare,
Could turn water to ice with your cold glare,
It's unfair.
How my 2 cents, turned into a penny for your thoughts,
while a dollar and a dream became 99 cents lost,
Due to the lack of change, and the cost... Is having you walk off,
with pained thoughts, being shown,
And I feel the thunderous muscle of cold rainy nights left alone,
Causing the moon to slap me, when I turn off the lights and zone,
Out to my thoughts, like a dial-tone, staring blankly at my phone,
In-fact, how I act, is like,
Society's so damn ugly,
But it's the beautiful life that supports us,
Manipulating vocal contortionist,
Loudly I discuss drunkly,
About how it all absorbs us.
The words form, twist, spin, and do summer-saults,
my brain lifts, does flips, back-springs, and tongue-splits.
Passion, is an elaborate labyrinth, of cavernous absent-ness,
it's really fathomless, how sad it is,
To reminisce, of things, which once held more significance,
yet no longer exists.

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