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eyes forward
no one cares
keep on truckin’
don’t wear flares
wake up early
know the date
eat the sugar
don’t be late
I've never dreamt I could fly
but I've been naked in a whole lot of them
I bet if I had a dream about flying
I'd be naked in that one too
...the end
she was stocking shelves
I asked where I could find salad olives
she said, "we don't sell them"
but, I bought some last week, I said
"I wasn't here last week", she said
I looked down at my shoes, mumbling
she went back to stocking tiny jars of I don't know....
...the end
a message.
old, and cheesy,
and I hate myself for it.
because I pride myself in promises
I will always come through and yet I didn't.
leaving was never on my mind
but when you are consumed by another
it is hard to see the world disappear around you.
never has my heart ached more
and never have I needed to make you see so badly
that you are the best thing;
you are warmth and you are happiness,
you are sunshine, still, and for the life of me
I cannot figure out how I lived without it.
THE DANCE
Dance me in a circle
hold me in your arms
wrapped in white.
Listen to the music
hold me tight
Dance me gently to the other side.
Keep the devil behind us
and let my soul take flight.
He was afraid; in the tall grass.
He saw the shapes of predators
and ran.
They said he was a Pareidoliac !
I just don't see it!
The end
I named a squirrel “Sammy”
I fed him nuts for lunch
I told him to run
and he stopped to listen.
Now the crows are having him for dinner.
The end.
true lovers with style and class
don’t need to be kicked up the arse
they tangle sometimes
and they share all their crimes
so the rings will be silver not brass
no Houdini escape for you
mired in guilt
no one can remove
for you are guilty
nothing psychological about it
no words
no pills
no woo
can make it un-so
an arm around your shoulder is compassion
not forgiveness, nor understanding
time will not be a gift
forgetting will be denied
leaving a scarred,
disfigured mind
left groveling for peace
with only pittances donated by strangers
pitying a dark brooding shell
wreaking of death
and self loathing
wishing you gone
Human nature is the cause
we can never ascend
but I want to go to the realm
a place much more
scary than I would like to pretend
a place where angels
and demons are in conflict
to me it would be
a weird tourist attraction
I won’t be taking photos
I would want to be
part of the action
of coarse the battle
would only be for the divine
that is why
I fight them in my mind
what if one day
it would materialize
a feat to be realized…
Seems like this journey won't end,
And I would keep walking in a circle.
Sometimes I like to pretend-
I'm invisible,
And all I speak is in whispers.
The summer calls me,
As I await my pardon.
I was told I could be-
Whatever I wish to be,
And life has just begun.
How slowly the memories fade,
And we want an escape.
I always feel I was there before,
In the yesterday,
Now I see that place no more.
And what are the miles worth for,
When you can't find your way back.
DUST TO DUST
Where do I go from here,
I am not ashes or dust,
I am electricity electric blue
and I will continue
bursting through the stars
free from my mind
no longer bound by time.
Or am I Hope's fool.
I think and wonder
I suffer the pains of the flesh
and the fears of immortality
and I am crucified,