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over time
he would realize
that love
itself
is the most
ethereal of elixirs
quenching the taste
born of loneliness
and revealing to heart
the colours of the dawn
04:06 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I hide
behind my temper
as if it were a shield
when
in truth
my temper
is the Hyde
to my Jekyll
ready to strike down
the whole of society
rather to admit
I needed to cry
04:02 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I kept waiting
by the graveyard
for those wayward spirits
never mourned or cared for
just to offer them the comfort
they were never offered
when they were among
the living
you see
I believe in hell
too
03:58 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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each new line
was another catharsis
another release
of tears unresolved
anger unanswered
and shadows
finally discovering the light
that just yesterday
call your name
03:55 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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it's my turn
and I stalk the stage
as if I were on the prowl
spiting out each word
with every bit of my essence
even when it's only
a whisper they dare to hear
and when I'm done
the stage is empty
but for the blood, sweat and tears
that was once my words
03:53 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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the sentence
was life
but that wasn't enough
not after his abuse
of the children
the slaughter
of wife
no
that wasn't enough
but then
even the judge knew
he was innocent
still
of course
it's the mob rules
03:49 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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he was a dustman
gathering the pieces
of people's lives
secrets they thought
were disguised
still
once in a while
he lingered
by the preacher's house
and wondered
what new sins
he discovered
and which ones
he'll play with
at least
for a little while
03:46 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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she wore
my favorite shade of lipstick last night
and the dress that always whispered
take me
and as held her in my arms
I felt reborn
as if she was my only reason
for living
this morning I found a note
and all it said was goodbye
03:42 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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it was the evening shift I liked
got off early enough to catch
the late show at the Village Gate
or hang out at Soho
just to catch the celebrities
leaving art shows
that working slobs like me
could never afford
03:39 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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she said run
and I did
but I should have asked
why
she said
she was single
and all so lonely
but then
who was this stranger
walking in through the door
and why did he say
'honey I'm home'
as I ran away?
03:37 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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the spilled ink
was covering
the story of a life
not mine
or hers
but of our fathers
and the days
of the zoot suits
and the dreams
they shared
before the riots
shattered their
yesterdays
03:34 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I was
adequate
she said
no Romeo
or Don Juan
just a adequate lover
fom the wrong side
of town
a cheap thrill
someone
she could now claim
as a charity case
if she cares to mention me
at all
03:32 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I followed the raven's heart
as if she was yesterday's lover
in new form
as if she still understood
even my simple words
but I was a fool
none the less
instead of whispering
I love you
all she said
was never more
03:29 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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the truth was
he couldn't escape
the crocodile's jaws
even if he had wanted to
but he didn't want to
not anymore
she was safe
and in his heart
he knew
that was worth
so much more
03:26 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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the words finish
as if on cue
and I just stared at the paper
seeing another gift
from the muse
deciding
if they are for me
or just another colour
to offer the world
when the blues start
make the scene
03:24 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I was nothing more
than a toy to her
a puppet
whose strings
she'll pull
not just for her games
of passion and desire
but to guard her against
those creatures
of the night
that dare to whisper
hello
03:20 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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I used the worn
walking stick
to steady myself
keep myself
from falling
see I'm too proud
to ask for a hand
and just old enough
to understand
I'm not the man
I was
when chasing dreams
was as easy
as watching the dawn
03:18 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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he kept repeating himself
short
sharp
shook
as he slipped into shock
the blood racing away
from his wound
while
in the distance
the shark fin dance
another fool
to welcome the grave
03:14 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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I thought
my journey's end
would bring back me
to her door
but I was a fool
when it came to love
all that was there
was a memory
of all
we could have had
if only I had stayed
03:10 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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I immerse myself
in the sea
of her passion
willing to drown
in her essence
unafraid of dying
within her song
of ecstasy
I immerse myself
in her very being
for what good is passion
if we fear to taste it
all
03:07 PM - Feb 28, 2024
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George Mercado
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her fingers dance
along my side
revealing
the creeping heat
of her passion
and I surrender myself
in this moment
for eternity
just to remember
the fires
she had stirred
when I was
but a boy
that she turned
into a man
02:01 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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don't think twice
I say to myself
but even
as I savor her kiss
the doubts
stir
for she is the beauty
that has tamed the beast
a beast that still stirs
on the nights
I weep of alone
01:59 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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she made of my heart
a exhibit to share
that of the broken heart
and how
even a loving heart
can turn to stone
when love is done
and in their silence
all you can hear
ae her soft cries
01:56 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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sentences
collisions of words
that turn into
fragments of wisdom
when spoken
from the heart
or shadows of darkness
like when the tears refuse
to follow the dawn
when love stops
01:53 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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I don't care to ask them
what you need
not when I can hear
the tears in their eyes
whisper out loud
or hear their bellies
roar
no
I never ask them
what they need
but I offer it freely
a hand when times
grow hard
compassion
when their eternal night
echoes
and understanding
01:50 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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sometimes
she is just the words
his heart hears
when the night grows long
other times
she is the tears
he has feared to define
but most often
she is the muse
that whispers
in his ear
"lets go home"
01:47 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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I wonder about them
once in a while
so sure of who I was
that they never saw
beyond the scars
or the memories
they thought to deny
still I reached
my journey's end
stronger
than I ever was
because
they never cared to know
who I would dare to be
01:43 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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she whispers into the wind
and I hear a new song
she becomes a teardrop
in a child's eye
and I struggle with the words
she echoes not only
the colours of the rainbow
but the brilliance of a summer dawn
and I remember how to smile
my muse?
that silent angel
that never left my side
01:39 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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I wonder about the mores
of this city
those rules only
the natives seem to know
where the darkness
smothers the dawn
or where the light
never dies
I wonder
not because I care to stay
but for all the reasons
I had decided
to go
01:36 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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George Mercado
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I know nothing
of what may come
even less
of what hides
behind my dreams
but still
even dawn I awaken
with the promise
of rebirth
of starting over
of learning to love
only you
01:32 PM - Feb 26, 2024
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