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I Am Happy, Now
© April 10, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

In life, I chose to see the light. Death is not far from sight. I chose one which seems right. My eyes remain open, as I drift into flight.

The Dark of My Love
© March 6, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Shades of death Count the tears Burning’ in a labyrinth For the rest of my years Trying to escape Then the Black Hand To prove against my fate Overpowered my stand Less the years gone I have an eternity Of life encased in stone “Long shall he live, In the minds of us all.” But […]

Fat
© March 6, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

War, peace I have died, obese. A pig to be, A pig I am. A pig you see.

The Tale of the Jester
© February 2, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The Jester of the court Was the beast within the mask? He was joking to the magistrate Like he never joked before The crowds laughed in hysteria Till none could laugh no more The punch line of the joke Wasn’t ever revealed The room puffed with smoke That everyone inhaled The joker played his cards […]

Losing Weight
© February 2, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Losing weight is the thing of the past, I could not do it to save my ass. Getting fatter, the older I get, It doesn’t matter; you’re full of shit, If you say, I’m losing weight. I feel the tension of my belt, on the scale, you hear my shout, Oh, shit, I’m not losing […]

Boredom
© November 17, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Boredom kills, When you’re at its will There is nothing you can do.

The other Side
© November 17, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I have seen all that is to be in life I have flown to the other side. What once drove me to insanity? Now seems trivial to me The actions that took my life

My Life
© November 5, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

My life is like a tree standing on an eroding hill. My life is like the dirt being displaced from a landfill. My life is like time without a foreseeable ending. My life is timeless and yet continuing.

A Plea
© January 22, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Are you pointing out my path of reason? or are you just trying to evade me with confusion? Help Me – I’m so confused.

Or Forever We Shall Stand Alone
© January 22, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Time has gone since last we met, I was wrong, I’d like to forget. Why must we live in anger and fear? I’d like to make up but can’t get near. Your defensive strategy has dampened all hopes. This horrible tragedy, I can no longer cope. Why must we live like this? Living in turmoil […]