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Just Leave Me the Adrenaline
I) Just leave me the adrenaline
 The kind felt beneath Poe’s pendulum
 Eyes twitching body quivering 
 Soul shining essence shivering
 In the distance I saw the light
 Luminescent and glowing bright
 Exuberant and happy despite
 The feelings felt this time of night
 Just leave me with this feeling
 The one that leaves our bodies reeling
 On my hands and knees carefully kneeling
 Sending prayers that ricochet off the ceiling
 Times distraught times in dismay
 The hallucinations seem to stay
 Illusions of the past never go astray
 They tarry on and never go away
 
 II) I sometimes wish for that day
 When the sun will come out to play
 Until then just leave me the adrenaline
 It seems to be my only medicine
 The only kind that can keep, keep the shadows at bay
 When the darkest of them swallow the sun’s rays
 
 III) You stripped me of my euphoria 
 You say we lost the same but I lost more than ya`
 All was lost amongst this nostalgia of ours
 Bridges burned from the gasoline of cars
 You can call me an arsonist but I’m not that destructive
 I like to build upon things, does that make me constructive?
 But some things just cannot be built upon
 Like the love we had, the love that’s gone
 So in times of need I do not look above or below
 I look at myself and remember each and every blow
 The wounds I suffered and the lesions I obtained
 The times where I, the innocent partook in blame
 Shut out, cast away and left to die
 Would someone pick me up and hear my cry
 
 IV) I would never return to the eldest of my ways
 Where the proverbs and stories seemed the first to fade
 Where memory is obscure and pain is to be afraid
 Life is like a palm tree where adrenalines my shade
 I left memories behind and footsteps in my wake
 The feeling of dying inside took me long to shake
 I felt as if I was into something, something at stake
 Where I could lose more than a limb and suffer more than ache
 My motto at the time was to try something until it hurt too much to bear
 I lost my insight among other things such as my love, admiration, and care
 It trapped me so deeply within, the entombment of a snare
 I many times tried prying myself free, but let my judgment impair
 So I set there for what seemed like an eternity fighting a war to leave
 A war to forget, a war to remember and a war to succeed
 One day intervention came calling unto me
 Breaking the shackles and setting my soul free
 Developing an immunity to love, an immunity to see
 A vaccination for heartache was all but a plea
 So I took my bruises as reminders, reminders to be
 That in times absent nurture, adrenaline is my speed
 
 V) I kept pace with life so many times
 I almost forgot the meaning I held near
 To live a life eudemonic 
 And to hold those close and dear
 I ran with times that changed so many
 A lapse within my own conceptual mind
 A child at heart sits yearning,
 While an adult almost becomes blind
 Someone who lost touch of the world
 One who forgot its facets and the sole propriety 
 Someone who drastically yearned to live
 But died aimlessly along his voyage to sea
 Epitaph of Adrenaline
 A grave of coarse marble erected
 My body could have lied here
 If adrenaline was never injected
 
 
 VI) I now look back and realize that life was never written in stone
 The parable of the lost sheep that searched until he found home
 A nomad, an adventurer, who wanted to see yet every horizon
 Gave way to the intellectual who always saw life comprising
 The tale of two cities, the tale of a King and his throne
 The pride he set up on, the pride he had to swallow and atone
 The way we walk in life is like Frost’s two paths diverged in wood
 I for instance, took the one most traveled by and learned the difference between bad and good
 
 VII) I rest my case upon many predicates, but perhaps none other than this
 For life to be happy we must learn to succumb to feelings such as bliss
 To forget is to remember, and to remember is to forget
 To exist is to laugh a little, die once, and quit
 To live is to learn, to prosper, to love and to be one among many
 Become one who can see the vices and virtues of life in their overall continuity 
 For me I want to live, not exist and simply just decay
 I want to be a reminder of creation even when in the ground I lay
 Some people in life take pleasure in sin
 But I say you can have all of that just leave me the adrenaline
 Because I want to feel real, I want to feel pain
 I want to remember how it feels when you call my name
 Most of all when I cry, I want to cry tears of joy
 When I laugh I want to remember that inner boy
 The times when nothing mattered and the times it mattered most
 The memories I hope they haunt me like a poltergeist, my ghost.
 The feelings, I hope there here, my perceptions and sensations
 My tactility, my vision and the sight of lingering condensation
 For if I leave this life with nothing, nothing will leave a life for me
 I must take with me something, my hope, my vision of the man I’ve come to be.

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