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Poetry for Breakfast
Poetry for Breakfast
Poetry for Breakfast
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Poetry for Breakfast

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The last of Mister Construed X, and the longest in the collection, I suggest that you start at the true beginning and read them all to gain an understanding of where this book came from. Edited, cut and dissected, it's the only one that has suffered such torture.

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Release dateFeb 27, 2021
ISBN9781005187293
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Mister Construed X

Mister Construed X; I'm a man of simple beginnings and a vivid imagination. Corrupted at a young age and polluted at some point in between; you'll most likely find me buying a gumball at the mall with money that I stole from a fountain; blowing bubbles just for the hell of it, popping other people's wishes in pink stickiness. Say hello at; [email protected]

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    Poetry for Breakfast - Mister Construed X

    Copyright 2019 Mister Construed X (Michael S. Davis)

    Published by Smashwords

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    Table of Contents:

    Don’t look here for a selection that will allow you to jump through, start at the beginning and follow to the end…it’s only then that you might understand.

    Prologue

    The best of the rest

    Written in spite of…

    Chapter One;

    the Only 1

    My inspiration for this book, and I quote;

    Nobody wants to read your drunken slurring’s!!

    She freed us

    I longed for her touch as she longed

    for free

    I reached for her as she reached

    for thee

    She freed me, then

    She freed you

    Yes

    She freed us

    My Sith

    I looked up, and there she was

    My Savess

    Shinning upon me

    day in night

    casting shadows for me to dance in

    Spinning free

    I embraced her as she intoxicated me

    Inspiration

    Bleed on me,

    please

    I'm on a quest,

    for something that inspires me

    Drip your soul into my mouth so that I might taste thee

    Ironed crimson legacy giving me the strength to write freely

    You, letting into me

    me, living forever

    Remember

    When

    We danced and our hearts beat in rhythm

    When

    We slept and our bodies spooned together

    When

    We kissed and our lips fit in perfect puzzled shapes

    When

    We smiled, we smiled at each other

    Remember When...

    'Don't let hope become a memory'.........Disturbed

    I listen to the greatness

    blasting in my ears and I

    taste the steel of my life

    Cold and hard, metallic and powdered

    I choke

    there are no words to cure me

    to move me beyond....me

    Just songs, listened to and punishing

    as I ask myself, Why can't I write this life of mine?

    If I don't know who I am

    How could I possibly understand

    You?

    her breath in my ear

    Her whispers haunt me

    Tickling my dreams

    her breath, warm in my ear

    felt but not reality...

    Lies

    Aren't all stories lies?

    Aren't all poems crimes?

    Aren't all families, tries?

    Would I lie?........

    The better question is; Would I tell the truth?

    Or even; Why should I?

    Measured twice, cut once

    She looked at me

    first up, then down

    With a wicked grin, crooked on her lips

    I felt my heart shutter

    I looked at her

    first up, then down

    With a wicked grin, contorting my lips

    I felt her hand brush mine

    We embraced

    slowly dancing to the music

    While rhythm moved us in the black

    I felt her heart beat

    Lost in the night, we went slowly in circles as the music moved us involuntarily

    Our Love poem

    We shared the kind of love

    where no piece of furniture was off limits

    where no alley scared us

    Leather burns and honking horns

    both made us laugh

    at us

    We shared that kind of love…

    A Glimpse of Winter

    I can taste the snow as I...

    sweat, dripping thru Ice Cold

    I run in the winter night

    as mother moon smiles at me

    Ice crunching beneath my feet

    I hear life herself

    running with me

    We smile at each other as we go

    When it's......

    When time tells me

    It's time

    to sleep

    When time tells me

    It's time

    to stop me

    When time tells me

    It's time

    to end

    Me, counting time

    ticking time

    counting

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