This Pain Inside of Me

Mar 17

What is this pain inside of me,
Why do you so persist?
I’ve tried to numb your presence,
I’ve tried to not resist.

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What is the pain inside of me,
What is it that you want?
I’ve listened to this heart of mine,
Yet still you cling and haunt.
 
What is this pain inside of me,
What say you with your voice?
I hear your painful remedy,
Which in – I find my choice.
 
A choice to stop and listen,
A choice to hear your cry,
A choice to learn a lesson,
A choice to let you die.
 
I do believe I’ve listened well,
I do believe we’re through,
I thank you for the lessons, pain,
And now bid you adieu!

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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This Poem Belongs to No One

Mar 17

This poem belongs to no one,
From air so thin it’s plucked,pencil-with-Dahl-name
It started in a moment,
I really thought it sucked.
 
Hiding in its dormancy,
At which I think you’ll gasp,
It renders near reality,
It’s now within your grasp.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From trademarks it is free,
It’s not a legal entity,
It’s simply part of me.
 
It never will be printed,
For books or films it’s not,
These words don’t have a chance in well…
They haven’t got a shot.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From minds so weird like mine,
It’s likely to stay hidden,
And I think that’s just fine.

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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It’s Murderous Behavior

Mar 17

It’s an illegal choke hold,
oil refinery
An electrical chair,
It’s a clamp on your jugular,
It’s a thief of fresh air.
 
It’s a deed just like killing,
It’s a bag on your head,
It’s a torture unspoken,
It’s a plot for more dead.
 
It’s a first-class destroyer,
It’s a third-degree choke,
It’s murderous behavior,
It’s your second-hand smoke.

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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Nothingness is Waiting

Mar 17

Nothingness is waiting,
There is no storage vault,
For the things you must do,
Your clock’s running out.
 
The nothingness from which you came,
Is all that does remain,
It hides inside your future,
And messes with your brain.nothingness-gal  
 
Nothingness is waiting,
So patiently it’s true,
Procrastination lingers,
In deeper parts of you.
 
The nothingness you’re feeling,
Cannot be stowed away,
It makes itself apparent,In smiles you fake today.
 
Nothingness is waiting,
This is the frosty truth,
That nothingness you’re seeking,
Is eating up your youth.

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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