burn..

Burn their existence
drag em down into a mire
or rebuild completely
cleanse them with your fire..

put on these shoes
and remember
how you'd felt
then change the hand
that they've been dealt..


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Doomed - is that what you say..
shows distaste
for a beautiful life
-eternally-
lived in haste..

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August..

come september,
dont be so forlorn..
by the time august went,
he was already gone.

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broken

What does a touch mean?
its firm or just some grease..
How does the mind feel?
does it rot..does it keel?

I dont know
how love feels..
In the face of
broken dreams..

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I wish and strive
again and again
yet fail
it's all
to no avail

pregnant pauses
heavy with blues
life is one
solid black hue

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The birthing of shit..

Looking inwards
found nothing
but shit

a cesspool
spiralling downwards
till it found release

and splat!
fell flat
on the floor
in a heap

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Sleep..

Ah the night
stretch ye weary limbs
with just one goal
in sight..


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away..

Go - heart
begone..

come back
when you are
not so
forlorn...


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Tomorrow never comes..

Tomorrow comes
when it becomes
Today

But without
the dreams
promised yesterday

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whispers and guns..

Out from the barracks
bring the guns
the order is on
to shoot at sight

I am blind

They gave me a gun
but I am blind

Do I shoot at whispers
or
when I hear footsteps..
I think
I am confused
I think
I will play it safe
and follow orders

Shoot at sight?
Well I am blind..

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I return to my bleak landscape..

Through
the broken landscape
tread carefully
to the rainbow that was

pick up the remnants
close to your heart
return to the bleak landscape

There..
my corner of the world
is now
complete

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the search

burning
for the salve
of your hands..

the sound
of your voice..

pain
that brings
relief...

desires..

desire to be free
for change

Banish
fear of insecurity
love of routine
precious ploy
the daily humdrum

break free of shackles
binding/crushing
yet invisible

realize that something has to give
something has to break
something has to melt
something has to fade..

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to speed..

I am going
too fast
then at times
too slow

It scares me
-to no end-
You know

I am and yet I was..

I was
but an aura
of my former self

I am
but a shadow
of my present...

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the soul..

And I thought,
I was on a roll

Just because he said
he had a conscience
and a soul..

for want of better..

So where am I today?
walking a highway - thumbing a lift?
regretting inevitable breakups
over mere tiffs
straining the hours left
trying to make amends
reading the road signs
trying to make some sense
hmmm..what do I do today?
gear up - thumb a lift?
or cry over
milk already spilt?

fie

Building bridges
managing ties
getting through the days
we survive

moderation
is the golden mean
it simply avoids
extreme

Unless we be the change
that does not pretend or lie
oh fie fie fie
we will all die

You say..

You say you know -
the world is round
the trees are green
the sky is blue

I think -
the kindergarten
stuck to you - like glue

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And...

Atone - dear love - atone
you just have my body
but I have your soul..

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