| Now every shining silver coin
has what we see as two sides
[thats what we perceive]
I love this freedom
No one to judge me or nag
but I do feel alone.
Cant tell how its going
I have questions of all kinds
what do we believe?
Hopeful Anguish Intellectually Kept Unlocked
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| little moments
wear life has meaning
What moments?
There you are.
just for a second,
as you feel the beat
as your lungs fill with fire
as you run away
you might find meaning
now the last thing we need is another woman
the last thing we need is intervention
the last thing we need is this
We are just California Dreaming.
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| Time....
The seconds inch past us.
Creeping slowly,
Persistently.
What to do in a time like this?
What to do in a time like this?
It feels like purgatory in this room.
I have no drive,
No reason to push.
Even lackluster poetry has become...
Lackluster.
more like
jumbledupwords
and
incoherentthoughts
what do [i] want?
oh! what is it?
that i long...
to long for?
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| Well I have been in a life,
Living vice after vice,
But it sure can be nice,
Getting a new slice,
I am still lost as ever,
I'm not anymore clever,
Just for a moment sever,
Myself from forever,
I met you on the plane,
A moment from dull pain,
We should play a game,
Take a break from the same,
Because-
[to be honest]
I prefer Musicians.
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| Its strange.
Being home.
A place where I am not alone.
Yet it reminds me of distant things,
things forgotten, what ever that means.
Rummaging through my old room,
I find old letters and cards just as soon,
I remember things I forgot,
And I tried to forget alot.
But never-the-less I am here.
And its better than an ice cold beer.
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