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	Tyler Lundgren
	PROFILE About me Poetry (10) Prose (2) Photography (5) Graphics (5)

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Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012

He Cries My Lies

He cries
He cries to the breeze
That it sweep unsaid truths clean
But my lies lay unscreened in thought streams

He cries
He cries to the night
That it hide your magic from my eyes
But the night sky does not weep for a wish leaked
So I dive in my dreams you flow so deep
The lies I do not speak. you. go. so. deep.

He cries
He cries to my trust
But my trust sleeps with a heartbeat
that he can't touch

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Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012

Time Bomb

You mock me here.
Yet I thought of nothing more sincere than infatuation
Scenarios race and pace with breath I trace your heart
Sweetly visualize the rendezvous
And in seeing you I fall

Your presence marks my end
An armageddon smile transcends
And I am defenseless once again

My sun implodes with your words
Anatomic anomaly hydrogen and oxygen no longer keep
I am lifeless
And to you its priceless
I am a shattered image of who I was moments before
But to me you are timeless

Your absence releases my spring
An explosion it seems I have life
I am again whole
Left with with anticipation; I know
I’m just awaiting my next
death by your smile.

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Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012

Lovely

I embark on a journey.
Enveloped with me, my serenity.
Cast you off deliberately
since you feel the necessity to deliberate my identity.
Do it on your own time.
I can't waste mine
on ill-wills. They instill
discontented reverberance of ill-shrined
indifference to mankind.
Positive energies cleverly cultivate a pretense.
But in my defense,
I've clearly dispensed the past tense of fulfillment.
So don't try to know me too well.
This secret serenity within me dispels your imminence.
I'll not shame myself with you.
Your impertinence accrues
nothing but those same ill-wills I disdain.
So I'll not explain discomfort or complain
because you motives are mundane.
Let it dissolve, resolved to live free.
I'll not allow you to taint my serenity.
And because of that, you will never understand me.

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Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012

Secret

Young and bold a secrets old
Uphold a facade in case it's told
Flawed and stark this secrets cold
So stealth's apart of steep smarts and
silent speech marks where your leak starts and
it boils and swells;
It delves beneath.
Seize with teeth I beg to tell;
I beg to spoil
This white linen you've clothed me in and
I'll foil our plans before they begin and
you're blind.
You're blind to the grand plot.
You grip onto a cash crop
that whithers and stops short
of extortion.
I'll seal our fate in scarlet letters and
I'll make a deal with harlot bettors and
you are so blind

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Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012

BP

My atonement
Ascending trees' growth
Outposts in each crease
Barking for a basis
Basic ingestion surreptitious
Insidious demands I make
Opaque destiny shrouded
Crowded redress distresses
My penance
Professes profane growth
Outcrops on each limb
Leaving our roots impeded
Ceded conclusions drawing
Gnawing lubricant crusted
Disgusted unclean
Saline oiled bearing
Wearing bitter sobs
I can not take it back
I'm sorry, Earth.

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Tyler Lundgren, 25 may 2012

Illustrate

A brand new landscape
so new it glistens
sharp points emerge in our
boxed up existence
locked in for a creator
imitating an amphitheatre
to no noise
yet still poised and primed
for exploit to find us
waiting
64 is a magical number
A wonder as he grabs for another
Because
The last 3 broke
Shoved back and choked into
Hues sorted
a box of like colors
he’ll resharpen the others
because
how can a picture be
pretty without them?
How can his picture be anything
But black and white?
And yes
Women are just like crayons
Used up and worn down
Crammed in
Used found in
Recreation
4 down 60 to go
Trod on, melted, used
He chewed one I cant even fix
She’s gone
One grand exit to devastation
one moments hesitation of a young hand
Longing for his recreation
A pretty picture
Beautiful mixture of hues
Boxed up or locked up for his use
A fixture
Or with out
There’s no pretty
No creation
No fucking picture

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Tyler Lundgren, 25 may 2012

Writing Writer

I use words
Descriptive and alive
Sincerely personal invocations
I explain myself
To the world
You read my words
Appropriate yet illusive
Tailoring their meaning
Sincerely personal interpretation
To explain yourself
To yourself
Multifaceted propositions
In lines of words
To make or break an imagination
To feel or steal an emotion
Metaphorical similes
Pausing a syllable against itself
To explain ourselves
How else could such
Intricate sways and ebbs
Across a synapse be conveyed
I am me
I cannot be any more or less
My words cannot do any
More or less
To explain myself
To you.

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Tyler Lundgren, 25 may 2012

Chasing Butterflies

Tickling my skin
Prickles with the touch
Of butterflies
Stomach rise and fall
With all accordion laughter
Across my heartbeat
Child’s moments
Spare my youth
By truthful sideways
Glancing strays beyond
Excitable moments dancing song
With flowers
Rooting towerous kisses
Tongue listless tries to steal
I chase butterflies
Under skies reflecting back
Exact as i imagine
You and i
Among their wings
Turning wind to rainbows
Blowing rained faces
Against embracing’s line
Our time
Dawn rises on our downfall’s
Sweat bead’s streaming blast
Leaving fun behind
At flights speed
Once my butterflies have passed

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Tyler Lundgren, 25 may 2012

Cue the Violins

In heated words,
disturbed, a passion
runs rampant.
It tires and sweats
a song, for mood
cues a decision.
Conspires against my better judgment.

My coffee.
On cream sheets,
I’d drink your mornings.
Imploring, unfounded.
A willingness,
my muse.
On cream paper,
I'd draw your inky fingerprints.
For, the view
of two enticing move.

But with a hint of closure,
Talent is no substitute.

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Tyler Lundgren, 25 may 2012

Morning Glory

Dew drying
Golden eye spies its prey
Bumbling, i pass her
For, who else, but i
Would spot her, so delicate
Swaying in the breeze
A lone ranger sprouting
To absorb her own death
Rays lick her soft fingers
For, such is love
Kisses curl her into a smile
Browning fringes tuck
She is gone
Bumbling away, i fly
For, who else, but i
Could remember so clearly