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Time has come between us:
In the passing months I've felt you slip away As your words and mine came like nursery rhymes Till there was nothing left to say. Distance came between us long ago, As our memories faded away... Over the miles I ceased to smile Because nothing felt the same. That's how it seemed a week ago, Far off in time and space. Time and distance are between us now, They form a bond to make things sure. Nothing ever shatters, You know what happens: Time and distance make a love secure. |
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When I was a child they made me read
Word-daggers of quiver and squirm Now in the stumbling dark I see I am A worm silently fruiting your garden My sister my child night casts ominous Meanings on the purity of my soul I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning To lose control and the vortex sucks Me in steeped in sin I die but am Reborn I want to see the cosmos slip planets And moons collide feel gravity lose Its grip it's all inside all the dead Husks are shattered my life-blood my World ripped apart in the laughter of Space it's all chaff blown out and lost Now I am making the pace although I Don't know what tape I'll cross maybe Catastrophe when I cross the line I Know that I will find myself or maybe You I am a man from the country of destruction I am a man a woman and a god I am my own weapon of kamikaze And will one day cut through the Hidden knot Feed me honey and watch me rise to the Bait lying on the knife if you let me I Can hypnotize your life it's all really So simple my lover my twin hand in hand Sprinting down the highway running over The edge on and on into our doomsday There is no saving ledge nor outgrown Shrub is this the way out in a blaze of Glory some day I'll find the answer Some day I'll end the story |
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I stretch my hands
Clutch vacant laughter In silence and sweet, sweet pain Without demand But with a longing For what will never come again I smell your perfume On the sheets in the morning It linger like the patterns On the window after rain A past that lives If only for the present... Which is gone and will never come again To your sad eyes Turned away, mine say 'Do you? Did you? How?' As the darkness Slides away the day Shows what was And makes what is now I see your picture As though it were a mirror But there's no part of you Outside the frame Except the change that you game to me: This will never come again I am me I was so before you But afterwards I am not the same You are gone And I am with you: This will never come again |
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They say we are endowed with Free Will -
at least that justifies our need for indecision. But between our insticts and the lust to kill we bow our heads in submission. They say that no man is an island but then they say our castles are our homes; it's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence... oh, yes, we choose, alone? While the comet spreads its tail across the sky it nowhere near defines the course it flies, nor does it find its own direction. Though the path of the comet be sure, its constitution is not so its meaning is possibly more than the tracing of a tail in one brief shot at glory. Love and peace and individuality, so order and society are man-made? War and hate and dark depravity, or are we slaves? Channeling aggressive energies, the Death Wish and the Will to survive, into finding and preserving enemies, is that the only way we know that we're alive? In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same, whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game; in the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves except for outward pomp and circumstance. There is a time set in the calendar when all reason seems barely enough to sustain all the shooting stars: times are rough. I'm waiting for something to happen here, it feels as though it's long overdue... maybe a restatement of yesteryear or something entirely new. And the knowledge that we gain in part always leads us closer to the very start, and to the founding questions: How can I tell that the road signed to hell doesn't lead up to heaven? What can I say when, in some obscure way, I am my own direction? |
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