This is in honor of the worst day of the year. It's always the same day and keep getting worse year by year. So this will be pretty bad too.

It's my party and I'll die if I want to
Die if I want to
Die if I want to
You'd die too if you felt as bad as I do




This is why I refuse to do two shows a day.



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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 11:03 PM

 
Remembrance

A friend was laid to rest today
Sweet, gentle and kind
not what you would think of as a fighter
but fight she did, strong and fierce,
everyday that I knew her.

A strong and independent woman
in charge of her life,
and a business that she ran.
Named Taipan for her firm hand.
Yet she had a golden throat and sang so sweet and clear.

Then came a day with news that was bad,
her body was in revolt.
thus the fighter was forged,
her battle begun, though she knew
it was never to be won.

She fought with smiles and hugs
till she couldn't bear a touch
She made friends across the world
lent her support, sent smiles and hugs
and that's how it was that I found her

We laughed and teased
had good times, traded stories back and forth
wielded hammers, stayed up late,
and watched each others backs
even though we never would meet

Good times and bad we stayed in touch
each ready with a hug
Others came and went like tidal flows
but she stayed and stuck
true friends like that really aren't just luck

In the end she had to lose
and in doing so won her peace
She's made the trip we all must make
an angel on earth no more
a real one now looking down, from all her cares released


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 4:56 PM

 
Deep, dark, delicious anger
swelling inside me, nurtured
into rage against all.
Rending, biting, clawing at meat
till all is quiet and the night,
my sweet gentle beloved darkness,
settles over me like a shawl
with peace achieved through destruction


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 2:12 PM

 
cool water for a parched throat
hot soup on a winter day
fresh brewed coffee in the morning
i'd rather have you


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 1:47 PM

 
I dreamed of the forest last night
and you and I in a clearing,
lit by the light of a silver moon, did
live and love and laugh our lives away
sleeping under boughs that saw
the march of Roman soldiers
we lay upon a thick bed of leaves
with green gray moss for pillows
softer than the finest eiderdown
and cried out into the sky
our passion as we made love
first soft and gentle, then
fierce and wild like natures storm
breaking o'er us, till both were spent
and curled around the other, momentarily
sated but still needing the others touch
and does this dream tell of pleasures to come
I pray it does and that I get to hold
my sweet lady fair in wild passions embrace
and raise our voices to the skies under a silver moon
with old and stately trees forming our cathedral


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 11:56 PM

 
I awoke from a sleep so deep
that it took a while to remember
that we had never met

My hand groped in vain to find
the one that was never there
but that all of me knows should be

No Dickensian blot of mustard
was this dream, but a foretelling
of what life could come to be

two imperfect parts of a whole
separated by miles and the lives
that came before our time was right

at last together and able to forge
that perfect thing about which poets sing
and which endures beyond the grave


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 11:45 PM

 
your voice creates in me
a joy so irrepressible
that it bubbles out
in our conversations
as laughter, spontaneous
and uncontrollable
a sign of how good you
make me feel


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 12:15 PM