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All just one turn in time. <br/>
Just relax, if you dare, <br/>
speak the words that go right here. <br/><br/>
Down and back and battles one,<br/>
seven paths on which to run.<br/>
Here we are again.<br/>
Cover up but not to hide,<br/>
to seek and sneak and make a find.<br/>
What do you long for deep inside?<br/>
Tell me, please, I beg you.<br/><br/>
One-thousand years has come to this:<br/>
one last final deadly kiss.<br/>
Breathe me in. Breathe. Me. In.<br/>
Walk those forbidden halls and talk to those awful walls;<br/>
hear that voice, that wretched call. <br/>
What trouble you are in. <br/>
This is where the end begins.<br/><br/>
Play your game and change your name,<br/>
but your voice sounds just the same.<br/>
Keep your hands dry,<br/>
feel free to panicked,<br/>
and run a little faster.<br/>
Move a bit closer, you fool.<br/>
Who is who in this disaster?<br/><br/>
Follow the steps and remember a time,<br/>
feel it burning up your spine,<br/>
release the power pent inside.<br/><br/>
Young in years, perhaps,<br/>
but the only star upon my map.<br/>
Drug me, slug me, love me. <br/>
Tonight in the glow of that which cannot be reached,<br/>
on my face these moonbeams creep.<br/>
And I must turn.<br/>
I have no choice. <br/>
Please run.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-51069862646389092512017-03-27T17:51:00.000-07:002017-03-27T17:52:27.456-07:00EmarginationIf there a place to be alone, <br/>
I want to find this place. <br/>
Solace evades my step. <br/>
Closer each day and somehow just as distant. <br/>
I hear birds as they lust for one another. <br/>
My freedom rests in a dungeon I cannot reach. <br/>
The pure of heart trample flowers without a hint of remorse. <br/>
Better things. Better days. <br/>
Someday that never dawns. <br/>
Impulses and wishes. <br/>
A pendulum weighted with a rich man's gold. <br/>
Swing, oh great machines of revolution. <br/>
Keep my time. This is my destiny, my fate, my becoming. <br/>
If there is a place to be alone with you, I want to find this place. <br/>
In my dreams, a forest without birds and flowers; <br/>
an unmeasured moment without intrusion. <br/>
Lock me in this cell and leave me to bleed out. <br/>
I long for death yet suffer only the silence of a heartbroken raven. <br/>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-67328469838561774862017-03-10T17:16:00.000-08:002017-03-10T21:22:25.263-08:00Anomalous
These little haunted things I call my thoughts, </br>
I lock them up in this ornate box.</br>
Turn the key: click, click, click.</br>
Here I am, not quite dead but deathly sick.</br>
It scratches, belches, kicks and knocks,</br>
whatever is in this tiny box.</br>
Swallow the key and don a crown,</br>
but I only want to put it down- </br>
alas, I cannot, this is my fateful lot.</br>
Stomach aches and keys and locks.</br>
There is no cure, no secret door;</br>
everything is as it was before.</br>
Almost. Not exactly. Not precisely.</br>
And lastly, it comes back and back and back and back and back and back.</br>
Hymns of revelation.</br>
Leave me at the altar.</br>
She looked back but I did not faulted.</br>
Spread your wings and flap, flap, flap.</br>
Jabs and stabs and bloody rags,</br>
all torn and tossed and left for dead;</br>
here I am within my head;</br>
yet not alone this time.</br>
There is a visitor: a quiet, timid soul;</br>
a beautifully dark traveler.</br>
Terrified, I would expect, given the complexity of this triviality.</br>
Will you play and will you stay or will you simply run away and leave me here with my box and with my crown and awful thoughts?</br>
To ache and cry and drown and die?</br>
Interesting, nonetheless, to welcome such an unexpected guest.</br>
Give it space and do not kill it,</br>
not just yet, not until I can regret.</br>
That is how we measure friends: by their ends and by amends and by and by and bye.</br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-34841085713316966832017-01-27T09:41:00.000-08:002017-02-18T12:02:52.785-08:00Condemned<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">Carry the roses.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Take love in small doses.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Exhale this fractured blackness.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Step backwards.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Immolate the space.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As surely as the beasts of purgatory lust for blood, I crave bliss.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ignite my veins, pure ether. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am forced to say this.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Afflictions I cannot trace.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fate I cannot taste.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A test I cannot fake.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And on this night, alone with my smoldering imagination, I weep tears of lunacy. I stretch my mortal hands to the heavens above and curse the conspiracy that haunts this skeletal wreck.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Break me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hate me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Forsake me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am restrained in these remains.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For a time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Shattered glass
reflecting pain</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Refracting love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A ring of
polished stone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Infinite wells
of stardust</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Webs of
beautiful lies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Catch me as I
fall</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A forest to be
lost in</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Embers of
imagination</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The labyrinth of
the soul</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bury my sins</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Give me a
graveyard to die in</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hope, fear,
wonder, screaming—</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Questions,
doubts, fears</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Flicker,
flicker, flicker</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Something restrained</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Something dark</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ink stained
memories</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blood stained
regrets</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Undefined.
Unnamed. Disowned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Divide my existence
into equal pieces</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And let me go</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">I love those instances of happenstance-</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">the snowstorm,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">the power outage,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The scent of wet pavement.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eyes that spy beyond my face.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I love these moments more than most-</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">an old friend or flame like a ghost.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The honesty a child speaks.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Kindred souls and the secrets they keep.</span><br />
The full moon shredded by stoic pines.<br />
Lips that pout with distaste.</div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A tear surrendered to gravity,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">a glimmer of humanity.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The odiferous cast.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Itchy scabs that won't last.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Paper and pencil. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Books and pens.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stories with tragic ends.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pale skin on a slender frame.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Walking slowly in the driving rain.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Teetering on deception-</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">deeper, darker, haunting reflections.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The odd. The awkward. The outcast.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The mutt. The runt. The half-blood.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The heartache of true love.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-2833872856999140022016-11-28T15:42:00.000-08:002017-02-18T12:03:20.928-08:00Beyond the Gate<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The creaking of a distant gate;<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Breaking waves through
the fog,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Settling among the
mossy rocks.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My tired fingers play
a somber song.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">In the blackness, iron
bends to the will of empty men.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">None of whom I call my
friends.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The gate, it swings
again.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Some specter crawling
on my skull sips liquid dripping from my pen,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Mixing hope with
reality.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My mind locked up in
fantasy,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I let them in again.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Keys of bone within my
grip,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hear my voice
deteriorate in unclean spaces.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hark this humble,
humble, humble cry-<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Do not let them in.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">All who pass beyond
the gate will hurt you.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Latch it tightly
before each frost.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This chasm of hate
protects us.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Do not forget me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lock it now before all is lost.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">I have no attraction to material.</span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">Instead I lust for the unspoken double entendre.</span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">I quiver in ecstasy at the interwoven fibers sprung from wings of unseen butterflies.</span><br />
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I am with crows.
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I see them watching from my star-crossed lover’s eyes.</div>
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My descent into madness is not descent but elevation.</div>
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At my window, in the air, on my pillow as I dream.</div>
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I walk the streets surrounded by their ever-present loneliness.</div>
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They mock me as I mingle among the dead.</div>
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The shudder of my heart, miscalculated.</div>
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They quiver with gilded tongues.</div>
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In this pestilent hour, I rest my hope on darkness.</div>
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I am never alone.</div>
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I am with crows.
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Licking the gravestones</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Where does my true talent lie?</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In your lover’s eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Hear these words and gallop on the shores of broken
horses.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Share what cannot be seen and what never can be
spoken.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lift up my dreams and touch them to the stars.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Up the pass, past the claws of shattered wood.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Alive like me, live like them, but know this as you
should.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mama Chicago</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sleep on a story so far away it quells the heart of
all that’s ill.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Think well of me in the din of your curiosity.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Life’s choices;</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Whispers in many voices.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Make one and raise the other and raise one and make
the other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Make one and raise the other and raise one and make
the other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Make one and raise the other and raise one and make
the other.</span><br />
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Destine to hover above you.</div>
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Lashes and slashes forged in ashes.</div>
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Arise</div>
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Arise</div>
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Arise</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-14077352770855226312011-10-17T19:27:00.000-07:002017-02-18T12:04:40.721-08:00untitled (fence)I stood beside a fence, a chain-link fence, when I was ten. It occurred to me in that moment that I would die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but maybe today or maybe tomorrow. In that moment I felt all of the connections God had made, inside me, outside of me, all a part of me, and I wept. In that moment my time was not my own and I could see myself young and old. I yearned for things of the past that had yet to be and looked forward to events not possible. I stood beside a fence, a chain-link fence, and there I was, ten and ten times ten.
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They all learned the tune from a story no one heard.<br />
What if I am humming? Should I scream aloud? <br />
Is there anyone left in this lonely crowd? <br />
I stand on the edge of a canyon and only hold my breath.<br />
Some say they are listening.<br />
Sad fact, there’s no one left.<br />
This does not trouble me, although it probably should,<br />
because the one who hears me knows the silence means I could.<br />
Narrow is the gate. Humble is my heart. <br />
There is no division of Man’s science and God’s art.
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Your friends will fail you.<br />
Your lover will fail you.<br />
The media will fail you.<br />
The public will fail you.<br />
Your Government will fail you.<br />
Your money will fail you.<br />
Your body will fail you.<br />
God will not fail you.
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I have heard the screams of sickness.<br />
The pain of injuries long passed aches within me.<br />
The hate of man lingers on my breath.<br />
I have witnessed evil wilt the soul.<br />
I have felt the sting of fire.<br />
In this life, I have feared many things.<br />
In this life, I have suffered.<br />
The most painful thing I have done is loved.<br />
Not love-lost nor love-forgotten;<br />
Love remembered,<br />
Love experienced,<br />
Love expressed,<br />
Love eternal.
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Look around you, my friend.<br />
There is destruction, there is longing and we have caused it.<br />
We have perpetrated our demise, we have sinned, we have thought too many times.<br />
What cause will cease my trilling curses and everlasting whimpers?<br />
Who among us has not the perfidy to smite the name of Christ?<br />
To seek a lustful adulteress to die with, to die on, to die in, is not meant for you. <br />
I am unleashed.<br />
I am free.<br />
We are evil, my friend, you and I.<br />
Yet I found peace.<br />
Without pretension, I invite you, stand beside me.
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Hinder. <br />
An eclipse hovers on an axis just this edge of sleep. Believe you will forget spoken words when all but the clap of hooves passes away. Ten years, ten thousand: a thought not thought.
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How the universe trembles.<br />
Now, here we are as always before, our light cast about.<br />
Shiver and bow.<br />
Talk quickly and smile as this happens fast.<br />
Witness the crow on a dark misty path.<br />
What's done is done.<br />
Rest under grass.<br />
Watch the leaves shiver and crumble,<br />
dangers unknown.<br />
You were once among them.<br />
Dance as a child alive in the snow.<br />
What falls has fallen,<br />
Witness the crow.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820602732388030054.post-81279760688363969852009-09-15T17:13:00.001-07:002017-02-18T12:06:32.094-08:00Still WaitingHalf passed nigh,<br />
Anxiety riddled.<br />
Wise of the skies to lie.<br />
Take this for that and that for this.<br />
Thronged with self-righteousness.<br />
Pocket a treasure. Give it a kiss;<br />
Creatures ten times your size<br />
Heed a warning, burn a fence.<br />
Learn to dance with half the steps.<br />
Hear something interesting?<br />
I’m still waiting for something real.<br />
Be it pain, be it rage,<br />
Blemish my shinny cage.<br />
Just a patch of rust gives way to lust,<br />
And then and then.<br />
A bitter condition indeed.<br />
Shackling and skulking about.<br />
Pity. Breaking. Screaming.<br />
Covet the fires of Sodom and Gomorra.<br />
Find refuge in refuse.<br />
Bend your knee.<br />
Fore the sky once kind to lie now burns.
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<strong>Grooves</strong><br />
The scent of old cassette tapes moves me<br />
My world now spun around you<br />
Children are mindful of what we have forgotten<br />
Teach us how to sing<br />
See how my heart moves<br />
Watch how I cry<br />
Lovely are her feet in the wind from a midnight ride<br />
Dusk of willow smile upon us and hold my hand so tight<br />
Listen to the peepers’ verses<br />
What joy we have found tonight<br />
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<strong>Poem IOU</strong><br />
Black widow lover<br />
Loved a broken mother<br />
Blew my cover<br />
Reap what you sow I suppose<br />
And the story goes<br />
Sharp dresser<br />
Good guesser<br />
Here’s a message you can decipher<br />
Black pepper and sneezes, like sleaze is the reason not to believe the lies of a lifer, New Zealand<br />
Could never catch that good vibe you were feelin’<br />
Chose the wrong friends and got burned at both ends<br />
Now I’m working on my own perplexed expressions<br />
I remember your kindness<br />
The only positive impression I’m left with<br />
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<strong>untitled</strong><br />
When I am but a photograph, my thoughts will go strong.<br />
When my stone is worn clean, my wake will carry on.<br />
-Caoimhin JD Kismet-<br />
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<strong>Some People</strong><br />
Some people I know have lost their lovers.<br />
I hold mine gently.<br />
Some people I know are sick and hurting.<br />
I’m still running.<br />
Some people I know are slaves to money.<br />
My things don’t own me.<br />
Some people I know have not found peace.<br />
I found God and God provides.<br />
Some people I know have hurt me.<br />
I forgive them.<br />
Some people I know have died.<br />
I’m still living.<br />
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<strong><strong>A</strong> <strong>L</strong>iar <strong>I</strong>nbreeds <strong>C</strong>ontagious <strong>I</strong>gnorance & <strong>A</strong>nger </strong><br />
Recovering from the overreaction of the century<br />
Satan hath successfully tempted me<br />
A little bit of shit mixed with bad luck<br />
Your parents really fucked you up<br />
Call it even, call it black<br />
Stake your claim and call my name<br />
Can you stay sane? I doubt it<br />
Time will pay you back<br />
Storming like a train though a forest of pine<br />
Can’t take back my apologies you used to abuse me<br />
Can’t rewind<br />
In the light she would burn<br />
Jagging on a landmine<br />
Someday you’ll have your turn<br />
Cower in the dark corners of you minds<br />
Plenty of empty spaces in your hearts to find<br />
Did she tell you how she likes it from behind? I doubt it<br />
Today I let you and yours go<br />
Into the wind your memories blow<br />
Only my scars to show<br />
And everybody knows<br />
Everybody knows<br />
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<strong>Subtle Tremors</strong><br />
Fair winds to all who tread so well upon the waves of gold<br />
Take heed tonight as storms blow<br />
Enjoy your terminal illness of mortality<br />
Light your matches and watch them glow so brightly<br />
Walk kindly as you suffer with the burdens you must tow<br />
Alone we are, yet still together on one short journey<br />
Across the starlit wonder I mourn sweet things unknown<br />
Be cautious of those who wish you harm<br />
Ring the bells, count the days, and light your torches<br />
Take care. Sleep well. Goodnight.<br />
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<strong>Age Appropriate</strong><br />
New white hairs atop my head<br />
Likely from perfunctory dread<br />
One day, they were just there<br />
The new shadows on my face<br />
Did not come from any place<br />
One day, they were just there<br />
New pains all throughout<br />
Age and stress mixed all about<br />
One day, they were just there<br />
Cannot find the cause or reason<br />
Aging by the season are the seasoned, I suppose<br />
From head to toe, then row by row<br />
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<strong>5000 Weeks</strong><br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to say you’re sorry.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to see the light.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to smile.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to fight.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to say I love you.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to forgive.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to relax.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to live.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to say you’re sorry.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to say goodbye.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to be happy.<br />
Don’t wait until it’s too late to cry.<br />
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<strong>With a Friend</strong><br />
Footsteps in my chest<br />
Where will the end?<br />
Take me away again and again<br />
My only friend<br />
What haven't we done?<br />
Betrayal, mistakes, and independence: Overcome, undone, and won<br />
Virginity to synergy<br />
The journey of two lovers<br />
A hero of destiny evolved<br />
From the days of dirt I found you waiting and flaws resolved<br />
Escaped death and found life behind your eyes<br />
Cursed with a complex mind, the last of my kind<br />
Suffered with me all these years;<br />
Forever I’ll ask why<br />
Indestructible love<br />
Envy our wake<br />
Laughing as the world quakes<br />
Distractions and reactions pass away<br />
At the end of the day to the end of days<br />
Footsteps in my chest<br />
I know where they end, they end with you<br />
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<strong>Stagnant</strong><br />
People are who they are<br />
Things never change<br />
Things are what they are<br />
And people stay the same<br />
People and things<br />
Clouds and shoestrings<br />
Sun up and sun down<br />
The world spins around<br />
Tick tock of the clock<br />
Shindigs and sock hops<br />
It never stops<br />
The stupidity of it all looping lacks slumber<br />
How far could I run without falling I wonder<br />
If the universe revolves around your sun<br />
Reach out and touch the planets for fun<br />
Self centered, conceited, yet just what I needed<br />
Tainted and sainted<br />
Amazing how it all fits what I painted<br />
A lifetime becomes no time in no time<br />
But people are who they are<br />
Things never change<br />
Things are what they are<br />
And people stay the same<br />
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***<br />
<strong>A Scathing Review</strong><br />
Cut the flesh, deep and jagged. Anger rushing in place of blood- in pace with love. Slash the skin, macabre and soothing tasks in one. Life forces, veins coursing with lust again; love pretend. Wrap your thoughts around my sickness and breathe it in again. Shudder with primal needs. Gruesome movements of a butcher’s cleaver, each ounce turns crimson on the blade- love made.<br />
Does this feel real to you?<br />
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Superficial cuts of a toying girl hold not a candle to the grave I spade on the day I met you, the day I fucked you. Does this scratch the glass that suffocates us? Lick your wounds as I once licked you. Shallow are the waters of a lust drunk whore. One last kiss for star-crossed lovers. You play the Montague, I’ll be the Capulet. Don’t say things you can’t regret. Stitch it up or give it up, but never forget I cared for you.<br />
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<strong>The Knowledge of Life and Death</strong><br />
I fear death when I ignore death<br />
I ignore death when I fear death<br />
When I am living, death reminds me<br />
When I am dead, life finds me<br />
To embrace that which I cannot escape<br />
Or escape (for a time) what I cannot embrace<br />
For a time, for a time, for a time<br />
A trick with a trapdoor<br />
Embracing seems pragmatic<br />
To fear a thing I cannot change seems foolish<br />
Play the game. Run the maze. Make the best of it<br />
How can I stop waiting to stop wanting?<br />
How can I stop wanting to stop waiting?<br />
The gnashing of teeth ripple through my mind<br />
Solutions to problems I cannot define<br />
Flashes and glimpses<br />
Images and pictures<br />
Ideas and thoughts<br />
Hopes and wishes<br />
Life and, without question, death<br />
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***<br />
<strong>Ripcord</strong><br />
Pull the string and watch her sing;<br />
She only says one damn thing.<br />
Cry and cry my pull string doll.<br />
Says she’s already heard it all.<br />
Pulled the string a dozen times;<br />
And a dozen times the same old rhymes.<br />
Lie and lie my pull string doll.<br />
Says she’s already seen it all.<br />
Frayed the line one-thousand times;<br />
And still she doesn’t seem to mind.<br />
Sigh and sigh my pull string doll.<br />
Says she already knows it all.<br />
Pulled the cord and snapped the string;<br />
Her last words, the same old thing.<br />
And still her blue eyes sing: Please love me again.<br />
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<strong>Anachronism</strong><br />
Time does not pass<br />
We only pass<br />
Who is to say what is slow, what is fast?<br />
My time is rushing, always<br />
A broken hourglass<br />
Some days so fast I am dead before dawn<br />
Some days so quickly the universe has gone<br />
For you it is fluid; a beginning with an end.<br />
Today I was eighty, twelve, and one-hundred-and-ten<br />
I have no beginning and live without death<br />
The shiver you dance with on very dark days<br />
Only a child who plays on a wave<br />
Every moment my heart breaks<br />
I feel it inside.<br />
I run and fight, but I never hide<br />
My perception would kill you if you felt it from the inside.<br />
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***<br />
<strong>Assassination Horizon</strong><br />
My love for the states is flagging<br />
My respect for the flag is lagging<br />
Nationalism and Patriotism became a game show<br />
And now I must surrender to the truth that haunts us<br />
Freedom is over.<br />
I miss the neutron bomb and the terrorist<br />
When did the national anthem become the twist?<br />
Prepare to sing a bitter swan song<br />
They took nothing from us.<br />
America raped herself.<br />
We were wrong.<br />
Catch phrases, glamour, bright lights, and more lies cannot save us.<br />
No longer the pretender, I become the descender<br />
I respect things my children will not remember<br />
Once upon a time there was a sperm whale and a whore…<br />
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<strong>Vantage</strong><br />
There are things you do not see, because you are not me<br />
From sea to shinning sea to the Sea of Galilee<br />
From the joy of emotions to the field of commotions<br />
To the depth of crushing sin, secret worlds beyond your oceans<br />
Blinded by false power, guilted by transgression<br />
There is an angel, a beast, and grief beyond conception<br />
Lies upon lies, I am but a channel<br />
Dismantled by maggots and flies<br />
Not knowing what the scrolls hold<br />
Unworthy are the hearts and hands of man.<br />
Someday you will see what I see.<br />
You will be me.<br />
You will stand where I now stand.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Chartered</strong><br />
The bus station bustles, what else can it do?<br />
Riders swagger here and there<br />
Looking at the clocks<br />
Never ending anywhere<br />
Full of thoughtful thought<br />
Alone they stand<br />
Tickets in hand<br />
Thinking things that ought not be sought.<br />
Feeling fine, and only fine<br />
Only one bus runs on time<br />
Every port and every stop<br />
From hospital to salem’s lot<br />
Save the reaper, the seeker, and the gate keeper.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Objective Confessions</strong><br />
Ten black cauldrons burned white hot for ten cold years.<br />
In this time I thought of you tenfold the price of one.<br />
Your forbidden beauty and dark lust now stokes the fire.<br />
I always knew you would come.<br />
In your freedom lies a dungeon, in this lies my will.<br />
I must deny you, knowing yours is only matchstick love.<br />
I to you, but ten seconds of time between vast pursuits and destiny unabridged.<br />
Yours is a miserable distraction to remain unadulterated.<br />
And still I hold your memory with adoration for things that cannot be won.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>What It Said</strong><br />
In the morning it whispers to me<br />
“You will never wake again”<br />
At the breakfast table it chatters<br />
“Today is all you have”<br />
All day long it jeers<br />
“This is it”<br />
While I put my kids to bed it mumbles<br />
“This is your last kiss”<br />
As I fall asleep it taunts me<br />
“The sun has set forever”<br />
But a funny thing happened today<br />
I awoke and did it all again<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Condescending Bitch </strong><br />
Condescending bitch, how miserable you are.<br />
I can see it in your eyes, even from afar.<br />
Everything you do chills my simple heart.<br />
Your breath reeks of rotting death. Your words: poison darts.<br />
Your soul (if you have one) lusts for power strong.<br />
But that’s my opinion. As you know that’s always wrong.<br />
Shall I pause on some errors? Since I’m on it anyhow? Remember your subjects?<br />
The one’s who grovel, beg, and bow?<br />
Also do they mock you, forsake your grim decree.<br />
Nothing you have ever done means a thing you see.<br />
You think you are in charge of everything you touch.<br />
Let me be the one to tell you: Eh, not so much.<br />
Your cloak is long and flowing- yes this is true.<br />
But the only one who really cares is Y.O.U.<br />
Sincerely,You Know Who<br />
P.S.Fuck You<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>The Other Way</strong><br />
Spider legs and Easter Eggs<br />
Getting there and getting laid<br />
Before and to the end associate with impetuous<br />
To find the prize at the end of a leap year baby’s tears<br />
Don’t set me up to drop me down the deep dark mental hole<br />
I will not go<br />
No. Please don’t<br />
Ground eaters lick the hooves of swollen goats<br />
Bloated in the summer light<br />
Feed on me tonight<br />
If the stars align<br />
Live your life differently, on a better day<br />
I beg of you- please go the other way<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>untitled</strong><br />
My heart sings verses to those behind me<br />
and to all of those I have said goodbye to<br />
we will wait for only moments<br />
before we play and laugh again<br />
smile as you struggle<br />
enjoy not knowing death<br />
there is truth here<br />
time is nothing<br />
go now<br />
and live<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Burdens</strong><br />
My wings are black and invisible<br />
Heavy and tattered they hang<br />
Many things cannot be seen<br />
I feel them just the same <br />
One day my wings will be washed clean<br />
Sun will warm my face<br />
I will spread them with all my strength<br />
And collapse in your embrace<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Crazy pervert man</strong><br />
Crazy pervert man sleeps<br />
in his mind darkness creeps<br />
he wants to touch you<br />
feel your skin<br />
rub and slide and grab and sin<br />
fraternize to frotteurize<br />
see it in his empty eyes<br />
crazy pervert man sleeps<br />
in his mind darkness creeps<br />
he wants to show you<br />
share a scene<br />
just one secret<br />
so unclean<br />
Be aware<br />
Be alert<br />
in his head lies only dirt<br />
infertile<br />
defiled<br />
dark and dead<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Bark and Bone</strong><br />
Silent sentinels stood before me<br />
tunnels of bark and bone<br />
too old to be forgotten<br />
and still I stand alone<br />
no divergent path to learn from<br />
crackle from a lover’s tread<br />
landscapes move with the wind<br />
walk no longer among the dead<br />
and fall- it is I who stand before them<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>What shall I do this spring and summer?</strong><br />
What shall I do this spring and summer?<br />
Sit around and watch TV?<br />
No, I do not think this pleases me.<br />
what then will I ever find to pass the time- ah yes!<br />
books and beaches, bikes and sun: these are things of summers won<br />
school seems such a timely choice<br />
(time is fickle and insincere and learning can become austere)<br />
a choice presents<br />
a choice is made<br />
poor and dumb I will spend my days<br />
while you work I will play<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Rain Waiter</strong><br />
The truck, red;<br />
Raindrops trickle with reflections:Ghosts drops of shinny blood.<br />
Did he know when he bought the truck,It would streak my window red?<br />
I looked back and it was gone.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>October Grass</strong><br />
Breath of winter visits you by night<br />
Gone are the days of play<br />
And still I cut the October grass<br />
The winds of change toss branches<br />
Leaves perform a splendid death<br />
And still I cut the October grass<br />
Painfully brittle<br />
Defiantly green<br />
Cold and beautiful<br />
And still I cut the October grass<br />
Cruel is your fate this day<br />
Have faith<br />
Your Redemption is assured by the rains of spring<br />
<br />
***<br />
<strong>Freezerburns</strong><br />
I stepped down the hall and found out why my friends all fell with thunderous sounds that still taste bad inside my mouth<br />
can you find my bro – ken heart and mend it blind with dark on dark?<br />
there is no cause<br />
affect blisters in the shining… blinding, sun above… above… above!<br />
kill this now before it grows out of control and finds you where the cold wind throws the shroud from frozen souls<br />
I stand, partly holding my breath<br />
from my hands fall the maps of love and hate<br />
shoestrings bind this world- if not for love of a beautiful girl<br />
I crawl among the for – eign soil and find… and find… and find… her… wait – ing<br />
Wait – ing!… I found her wadd – ing…wadding among the dead<br />
(whispered)push the truth behind green eyes until they all are blind<br />
kill this now before it grows out of control and finds you where the cold wind throws the shroud from frozen souls<br />
I – fall – on – locks!!<br />
count the random grains<br />
ask you, I may, if he found out how to make a key<br />
what if I can’t say please?<br />
forgiven lust of troubled minds knock together<br />
can you hear their chimes?… this – time!… Can? You? Hear? Me?!<br />
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