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Serious, is a disease
which slips easily
into my bloodstream.
shockingly,
I know what to expect
when I hear
my primal scream.
Lenny of Cohen
(C)2007.7.4
On September 12th, 2001
I met a 19 year old American marine in a pub
in Galway, Ireland.
He said,
genuinely upset,
I don’t know why everyone hates us so much.
We give aid to lots of countries.
I was not kind
I told him the truth
Killing God
I worked at a drive-in theatre
years ago
before they died.
a lousy job
lots of movies.
Some tedious tasks,
I had to check every speaker in the field.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
Turn up volume,
listen,
move to next post.
five hundred times.
Two old school lovers walk with faces covered
As the wind begins to blow, the blood begins to flow
As the beating starts to fluctuate, the old man spits at the nasty taste
Of the tongue in his mouth, one too many lies and a few lines he despised,
He wanted to throw them out
But the lessons he has learned and the ashes they have burned
All have flown away, the slightly grotesque and the unfortunately over stressed,
All have died and withered away
Oui, I regret little
not the intentional cruelties,
they were intentional,
not the vicious acts
it was not an act,
not the malice aforethought
I thought about it,
none of the excesses, abuses, indulgences,
I did them
had them
loved them
suffered them
I regret the unintentional,
the faux pas,
the inconsiderations,
the utterly ruthless,
if unintentional,
act of not truly seeing another.
These things I truly regret.
And yet
non, je ne regrette rien,
I need not write at all
my life is a poem.
Take a bow the world is before you
Don’t waste a moment before its too late to
Be the one in the spotlight tonight
I hear your words with the endless motions
Of the drawn out conversations with limited portions
But I can’t be the one
To carry the weight of the world
I am sorry but I am not that strong
Touch your lips it burns you with its radiance
The sun bursted into flames at the start of this dance
And in your sun fire eyes we all would feel safe
Forget your dreams and ambitions
forget everything you ever knew
this world is too small to allow everyone everything
so in your dreams you fail yourself
but why settle for less?
in your heart you feel depressed
but why give up?
take your visions and all of your forgiveness
and give it to the world that has forsaked you
and take from them their pride
for this world is filled with angles and deamons
but you seem to be inbetween
Take your worries and inhibitions
What I need
she says to me
she says to me
what I need
is you to crush me
hands up
defensive wounds
she needs from me
and she
can’t feel me
where I’m from,
what I mean when I say
stop
when I say
stop and breathe
just
breathe
on me
and she
can crush me
what is left
humilty?
I say she knows this art
but she
can crush me
skin and blood
defensive wounds
is she sweet
or rough with me
like the rest are rough with me
so she
shall crush me
take it back
a confusing breath, that can strongly caress my thirst,
to die because i believed, when the wind whispered deceit, I became
powerful,but these wounds were torn deep, to poison the butchers meat, i became weak,through worlds of chanting life, i ran with her with full delight only to be destroyed, I am searching and I am waiting for the medicine man to come,
I am sourrounded by ruin lands, there is truly no one,
I beg for my release.
