Luke Gentry

for i am what i am
for i say what i say
for i love what i love
my love has left me for the day
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i am the darkness that all have to fear
i have a face that gives a good scare
the human race starts to fade
the only places you will see me is in the shade
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Rest in peace
The love that would never cease
Now that they are gone 
The life that lasted till dusk till dawn
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the worst has came too its end
all of the hurt, pain, and love it doesnt blend
their in a better place above
the heart that was binded with love
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its all made in one
the father, the spirit, the son
the power that was shown
the sword that was embedded in the stone
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I waisted the attention of your green eyes. I waisted the never ending labor of my hands.
I stand perfectly embodied but feel so disjointed. The past surrounding me like a cloak of chaos. The sweet transparency of our days together. I lie awake in the black sheets we loved in. I'm taken in by your lingering smell. The softness of your lips made all else fade to nothing. The waves break loud on the seashores it's in sync with my heart breaking in my chest. As broken as I am our love is still absolute unbroken continuity. Words do not begin to describe but I will still put it on paper as some sort of therapeutic justice. Woe and lament carry heavy in my eyes my darling
My inamorata, my paramour
My adversity...
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I could write you a sonnet but would you understand the meaning
I could sing you a song but would it mean much more
You are but grace and I have no way to show you
I have sat at the feet of love
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Its amazing to me the people we cross in life.
I had the pleasure of meeting you but I also had the dis pleasure of loosing you to the world
'What once was had, forever lost; thy fate is destined, thy love star-crossed'
With such obstacles in place I wonder if the only one trying to get through them was me
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The prison of the free
I can resist no more but will not yield
My body is my prison and my mind is my tormentor
I'm driving recklessly down a curvy road.
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I sit amongst judgement
Listening into the voices of history
I hear whispers within the aged white painted walls of a time worn court room.
The soft words of the convicted pleading for mercy.
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Perpetual Absolution and truth
Prevails above the zeal of nihilism to proof
and fictitious piety that have created a close minded highbrow society
with no morals left of propriety
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untitled blank notes are filled in with possibility and creative writting
my words moving fluid amongst mixed sentences and body structure
ideas being held within capartments of my mind waiting to unlock there full potential
At times there are niights that grow long and my patience becomes short with loss of thought
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