The End Of Bliss

The End Of Bliss

A Poem by Tyler Dean Allen
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Craters in our deepest fears and conversations

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4/29/12

 

The End of Bliss

T.A

R.M

 

 

I never saw your light beneath me while I was falling

And I hope it’s no mirage

Somewhere from the void the serpent’s calling

Has been since those days we used to

Smoke in the garage

 

But that’s only a memory now

And tomorrow ain’t waitin

The still shots you planned to frame still disappeared somehow

Gone like the smoke that rose from craters in our deepest

Fears and conversations

 

Can your light cradle me somehow?

Every night I fear it’s gonna be my last with you

But you’ve held on so far, baby don’t go now

Soon the bliss will die

As it was born to do

 

When this time has come to pass

I will have found out who you truly are

And back to the void the drifter goes at last

Prayin’ that he finds another stain

On the stars

 

© 2012 Tyler Dean Allen


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"And tomorrow ain’t waitin

The still shots you planned to frame still disappeared somehow

Gone like the smoke that rose from craters in our deepest

Fears and conversations"
A very nice poem. Those are my faves...:)




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Tags: smoking, loneliness, serpent, devil, god, hate, love, mirage, light, darkness, fear, bliss

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Tyler Dean Allen
Tyler Dean Allen

Portland, OR



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I live in Portland, Oregon with my girlfriend and our child. I am a union apprentice steamfitter in Portland. I've been writing poems, songs, stories, and producing my own rap music along with my brot.. more..

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