WELCOME TO THE POETRY OF OLIVER BEALE

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INTOXICATED

All that you say.

All that you do.

The way that you walk

I’m fascinated by you…

… when you smile

…when you laugh

…when your upset

…when you gasp

I’m fascinated by you

And, I need your love

I feel your love

I taste your love

Your love…

Takes me away

To a better place

But wherever I go

There you are

At work

In the car

By the bar

By the bar

Your presence is intoxicating

My balance is off

I’m seeing double

My reflexes are soft. My world is spinning.

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Pumping $5 in the Tank

Filled up with lemonade

Echoes

In my head

Crash, horns, metal

Amplified

Meditating about what

Nothing means

And forever

Death without choice

Is real

It is surreal

Yet, I have peace

Go to a funeral

Raise your consciousness

To the chapel

Temple

What do I say?

Afraid, but I have time

Watching the casket

Rolling down the grassy hill

Filled with thrills

Sick with thrills For the last time.

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SMILES WHEN I THINK OF YOU

In take

Deep breath

In the eyes

Of your lover

Judgeless Smiles are easier when I think of you

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I AM PERVISICK

My insecurity

Designed for perfection

You’ve made me open my eyes

Walking around the city, I think

About the small towns

You are so approachable

Wherever you go There you are.

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