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Jeremy Andrew Barthelemy

I was not endowed

I sputter and spin within my own circles of thought
Able to construct something that breaks through
My own spiderweb, casting across deep seas
wriggling myself from the hooks that I have so deeply embedded
Across my arm that I cannot stop choking my eyes
They spring upon me like ravens holding candlelight
Illuminating this place as if I was your wooden toy
Made to fill the mouths of a hundred strangers
That was never able to make me a human boy
Their faces like hearts of iron bleeding into me
Not the folks that make the heart grow fonder
And yet you cannot see that I am yet undone
And yet I cannot master your talents
Their puncture my lungs and thoroughly drown me
This brightness is so horrific to me nowadays
The possession is no longer mine
As things taken, I regret this most
And I shall still be the one who was cursed with the charm 
For setting his own demise upon by the willingness of heart matters.

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While through this hornet's hallow dives

While through this hornet’s hallow… Huffing along skin-driven worried Sallow-faced urchins layied awake Inside bed-blooded sheets I seamed across my tree
On an october evening

My tide was born out of Genesis t… Through the mire that surrounds th… Where I was given a leaden-dose o… Under there evil-ridden smacks and… I was reared in the pessimistic bl…
Clipped wings

You spoke with lightning Inside my thimble heart And I was a wily-winded boy Treaded on those far-reached stair… I painted you
The roots that sleep beneath me

These roots that sleep beneath me Have been pulled up; excommunicate… Given witness to former occupation Layed abed with warm milk Lined with honey-blest whiskey
Hunted we speak as cloisters

Hungered in such sweet catacombs These bludgeoned whispers drip on Feeding on my hope on a rope I strangle in feasting stomach Conning my true angel 
When the broken light flickers red

While the broken light flickers re… In a gushing of summer’s loins Beat blue in a hailstorm of flash… Tenderizing the witch’s pot-skille… We awaken the dreary walls 
Grandfather

Where through swollen sheets  The blasts of light springs fort And death shall have no kingdom In this sorted breath upon my vein… Though cold heart stops and cold f…
October

This is the wicked time of year I cringe and scream to god in hunt… Unable to breathe, to gasp My demons clasp my throat Where sins are remembered
An imprint of an angel across my breastplate

In the years of my youth, I was the principle of familial jo… The emerald that shown in that oct… Which bars crossed to show the bea… As a precious stone, unadulterated
These wings that drive my passion green

These wings that drive my passion… Sometimes seem like they bounce The nightmarish space upon itself I see clearly through nimble knees Covered in sleep, A cradle 
A man walks his conscience

When the dew of storm’s chin still… Puddling inside the pulse of branc… A man walks his conscience In that park each morn To breathe the sweat of sun break
I have never priested my way

I have never priested my way Upon the fashions of the time I have lived years behind my face The ashes that are swept  Underneath swaddling pages
I want the one

swallow myself every time I see yo… Words begin to form  And die in their birth I have not talents that other boys… Im scared and frightened and unsur…
Chasms

These waves wash over my skin Like fiery chasms  Rushing the blood in the veins That boils at this image Before my neon glow mirror
As I spun those ruiner steps

Under so blood red summer rays I drown my youth in color Driving the long haul dreamt in  Hallowed mother’s cloud Furrowed in salt beds lined



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