Down and burried

Down and burried

A Poem by Ed Rector
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Rusty,

"
We got lost in november, secrets came undone all over the place,
erratic emotions led to a quick demise,


I found an anomily, an interesting little discovery,
lost one busniess for a wandering soul, drink ayes!
upon the hood the lipstick said kick a*s
down on my luck 
Ill fate lost as the gamble down upon the.
crawling from a mess, lost in the past
but we can go further just to demise the travel 
where we hide beneath the covers and 
compress like diamonds of this old soul 
dark hearted coal, but ignites the toke
of a peaceful kind of herb, not a tree. 
...


wasnt quite right for you but while it rains
ill stay away from the pouring
or your soul or of the many?



1.
Not now, but we'll eventually rot.
lonely corpses who liked the warmth a lot.
Before the ashes that float above
the hell you went through caught fire.  

falling for nothing, i'll relations something
down on my luck, turnt and fucked
is how i'll remember there's no more you
but i keep loosing my mind cause

cause thats the way she goes
long rest in a cool rain
Makes us climb inside our brains
makes passion, up all night

lost to the fire but so did the light she
cause dreams like hers cause yours,
While we combined, subtracting life
there goes you the wind.

On the edge or upon the chaotic meens 
lost to the randomness that sets us free
You'll be on the other-side and i'll be here
Thinking of how you always said 
nd kept me  . and out of the end

2.  new begginings.  


Stroll down the far side, the rebel of conformity
combining my life with yours, under a spell
lost in the world fading realities to what remains.
Escape from the days of late, seems what should be.

For you make me wonder how i'll carry on
a memory far gone and lost from me
Ive found myself so many times and times again
cause its life slowly creating my demise.

I welcomed you, in place of what wasn't true.
You lost your life to ilogical means
how starved of love, sacrificial dove
would it take to bring you back from the dead.

infectious in the loop that manipulates the group
before my barin said no more, the sea of fish
the system of an order means it'll create destruction
maybe in the head of a future mind, we'll see

Would you like to get lost, bid so well to your head
those nightmares that grip, unsettling trip
Dreams that are a cause of nightmares 
nature, the poision that wants me screwed.

what once was prime is now lost to the times
cause we got kicked around the town
back and forth like the waves changing in size
lost so beautiful the compassion of rhyme.

 

3.

i'll face cause i am able inturn 
ash upon a gravestone like the flowers 
lost my mind... took a couple of slips along the way
but I cant choose who my lonely compassion
dictates who floats through and what gets caught
to crumble on a dusty note of paper
and closing time makes it time to turn around
but you werent there this morning 
cause you were drunk and liberated
Down the power but keep my electricy 
cause life so little when nothing seems like stable
no horsen around, cause im down.
Where should we demsise ourselves
muck work but nothing to doubt.
no fear causes questions of how you are
Do you know the heretic of vice
lost to days of conscious ability fades
then i go too and fade down away
throw the dice
betting on the fly, nicles for life
card tricks to amuse your mind....
clogges nogen that connects the mind
words inplace of time cause shimmering
cause my body wants another
i'll devised creature that crimes



  

© 2023 Ed Rector


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Added on November 28, 2023
Last Updated on November 30, 2023
Tags: love, dreams, mind, head

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Ed Rector
Ed Rector

Santa Cruz, CA



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