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james matthew coleman

james matthew coleman

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Pleasure thief

Breathe with the streets, the dark
A real life night crawling creep.
In the fresh hair, you find me the
and more...
planning out my killing floor.


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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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Senescence (Visual-Lies II)

~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~
Creating pretty holes and lovely h
Making spaces for stained~glass pa
Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so
—My Womb with a view.


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Twin Flame

I am Victory, within; You.
A balance of all things Pleasant,
And antagonistic to Dopamine pure
We Conjure; Then Conquer.
Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate,


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Mother Fucker

I had a revelation.
I just can’t remember what it was.
But I’m almost sure it was lewd,
What can I do?
To bring it up might disgrace you.


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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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F minus

We are, by no means;
Dazzling, or that flawless strong
Of which our diamond-shine species
Could and thus should,
Long to be.


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X marks the spot

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri
even in that often thought of ditc
Loved ones so terrified of the sid
imagine me all dirty, choked, and
My tender


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M.A.D. (mutually assured detachment)

Liar.
My half-track eyes,
Spy;
A Liar.
A mind swept clear,


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Circumvention

~ Every single day, to raise anew
Feelings of empowerment, to be use
Can fall before dusk, to soon to b
Yet act as a manure, to nourish an
This nights killer, called; Sunri


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Mind Spool Matricide: A 'No Reply' Provocation

Thoughts unravel
This road I travel
The end I cannot see
In turn and twist
My mind splits


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4:57 a.m. - Chamomile or Xanax??

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone;
My bed, a quarry.
Somewhere inside my mind,
A diamond bit drives;
Ever deeper toward a story.


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Loss

That was our Morning
Long ago, in love
Almost total
Almost perfect
So it’s there I stay


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Charting the Heart

Look beyond these words
And address the in-between
Here lies a rest assured
With conscience squeaky clean
When you gave me your shelter


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Waiting on Her Absence

When she comes around;
She will know,
where I’ll be found.
On empty streets,
with dimming light.


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Prose and Cons[truction]: “An American Dream Under Destruction”

My House; My Castle
Crumbling on cue
As piece, by piece
All comfort; Consumed
My halls; My doors


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The Art of Lust: "Are you okay?"

I am hearing the words, those word
“Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki
—I would rather don the tattered c
Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut
A ragged layer upon pure awareness


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Dead Yesterday

I don’t know exactly how this came
but likely began with seed of doub
Or the question of truth,
and getting no clue.
So I filled in the blanks,


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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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Apple Swing

Wrecking Ball Breaking
Something Testing Me
Forget; Forget
Hollow Spirit Lie
For Your Blood Obsessing


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Morally Unkempt

I cannot find favor
In loves growth chaperoned
I have no detector
No pocket ace
No perfect way


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Meditation Might be Good For You (revised a thousand times)

I was talking with myself a little
When promptly did I learn, that t
And having finally found out, once
—He was without a doubt making no
Until I thought, in that moment I


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The Great Fleshy Flora

I want to see the poppy rise, bloo
and be sacrificed
I want to make love to the liar, s
and multiply the wounds
I wish to strip her, degrade her


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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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Unatural Selection

Stray from tender infusion,
'cause docile doesn’t work.
Embrace the fasting revolution,
and prowl, where gluttony lurks.
Survival of the fittest,


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Nuerotica Erotica

Show me;
Tell me.
Or is this a matter of being seen,
with the coming on of a little anx
Just show me;


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Have a Laugh with Me

The sun rises quietly, and in soft
it paints.
In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima
it reaches out.
Waking those in need of light, cal


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Angel Food (Angel Prey)

Drive the dirtied splinter.
Lay it straight;
direct,
and deep into her face.
No ending.


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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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Head for the Door

Oral sex and cigarettes,
in threadbare kindled corsets.
Trading laces in a red lit bizarre
you mend your teddy with rusty wir
Are your goods morning market fres


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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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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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Scribe~Ills

Anna Sleaze is diseased.
Like Typhoid Mary,
and fucked with ease.
Always with a “Please!”
And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”


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Warsmith Rising

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


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early morning notes

Dry is the thread, brittle and fra
May I be so bold?
As to tell you of a dream I’ve ha
Through dusty road and whistling t


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Sweet tooth

to think
without eyes
or ears
the touch
or smell


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