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James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Circumvention

~  Every single day, to raise anew
 
      Feelings of empowerment, to be used however seen fit
 
      Can fall before dusk, to soon to be useful
 
      Yet act as a manure, to nourish and vitalize
 
      This nights killer, called; Sunrise  ~

(2013)

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it's beating me

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating
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Visual-lies

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.
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The Root

Sown; Reaped We are magnificent Our time together is but an arc of… And my pen stumbles to keep up In every thought lies priceless re…
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Before and After

I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
A Promise

A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.
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Washed in the House of Saint James

I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;
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Exposed

My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,
Tailored Sin

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
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Pained Reciprocation

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.
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Insistent on Sister's Incest

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect
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Waiting on Her Abscess (a conversation had over coffee and toast)

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;
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It is written on your face

Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
Warsmith Rising

Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,
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Third Die

When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...
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A breakthrough

A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
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