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My thoughts turn to her still.

Inexplicable how touch, smell,

sight and sound connect the dots back,

every thought, externally influenced,

point her way.

...still I mess it up,

an already overflowing mixen

of disappointment and crushed hopes,

enveloping this existence in a shroud of

uncertainty, further condemning ourselves

to a future, one without the other.

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Mind is reduced to mulch

and sleepless eyes gaze back,

absent, empty, dull,

the light has gone from pupils

once adorned by light now faded.

I lament not, such thoughts have no room this hour.

A mere salutation to wandering eyes

that chance their sights in like direction.

Salutations all around.

Today, this fifth day,

I would to make merry

and partake of drink,

and wine, women for sport;

such is the world, but I decline,

not out of loathe or disdain, but

by default and lack of choice, for the now

does not permit.

Nor would I take into mine arms for mere leisure alone.

this heart beats but for one.

silly words, perhaps.

silly words.

run fumble hard gamble now ramble

keep not a penny
for libationary exploits,
it would do you in.
livers and workhorses
can last and outrun for only so far.

If troubles could be drunk away...
Mine are deep.
aye ocean deep.

despite this plight,
a faint fuzzy light...
glows.

volaticus

So I wanna write a new chapter.
There's more to look forward to, hereafter.
Don't want it to be the same old same same old,
like today, it ain't gold,
2nd week of the 2nd month,
a day before the 2nd day.
happy hearts, chocolates, smores, chocolate smores.

Envision, on a mission, to find some sort of consistency,
new vocabulary, a new word, a day, something new to say,
word play.

plus one, you're on my list,
top of, no less,
no more mess,
on top of me, or me behind,
I'd be glad to just spend time,
long strolls, breathless, walks,
hop on puddles, make funny faces,
cook a meal.

happy happy happy,
it's all anybody ever needs and deserves,
no soap opera drama nonsense,
Switch the channel if we could.

Things are looking up for me.
I wanna see the same, for you.

Love, love, love, love.
happy hearts. happy hearts.

fourwallsred

home.
where exactly is that?
It's where the warmest and most fuzziest
of sensations make themselves known
in ways so profoundly overwhelming,
only biblical events could eclipse them ten-fold.

I want to have that.
That sense of home.
I feel the longing in the damaged pits of my
once ethanol charged gut.
The longing of simplicity and love.
Of love.

The image sold so shamelessly, and affordably accessible,
recycled paper printed, on greeting cards and
technicolored after-effects saturated tv and sappy romantic movies
and yellowing romance novels with the
classic guy and gal posing exaggeratively embracing
in sensual eye-lock;
The happy couple, and their manicured gardens, and
their 9 to 5 lives, and after dinner tv, and adventures under the sheets
only to be interrupted by the baby monitor.
Doesn't seem like a bad deal, really.

I'd like that.
Can I see that with you?
I'd like to.

Cheesy as it sounds,
I'd want to have anything a glimpse, a glimmer,
a peephole view, hidden cameras, heat sensitive monitors.
anything that would hint of a future.

I've always been afraid to see that picture.
You know, moving on in life together.
Wasn't the punk rock thing to do.
But even the punk rockers have kids and a family.
and better dental even.
better fucking dental, who'd have thought.

One thing rings true, and I'd like it to change.
For the better, for good.
I'm starting now.

I'm right at home with you...

Feb 9, 2011 11:33:17 PM

sentiments...
it's never easy.
...never fucking is.

I'll see you maybe probably possibly soon maybe somehow

goodbyes.
for a while.
Too many if-only's.

everything will be alright.

Here's to you love.

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What have you done?What have you seen?What have your heard?

Don't let them come to you 

Desperation is seeping into your veins,don't let it be.

You're not alone,for all i know.

Just breathe in deep,to tame your soul,and everything will be alright.

I will race against the time to reach you my friend as this could be your last breathe drawn.

Just hold on!

Promise me you will hold on,just hold on.

Pull me away,make everything alright(And everything will be alright)

Just touch your heart,just one more time tonight(And everything will be alright)

Don't die on me tonight

Bring back the light into your eyes

Bring back the light into your eyes

Step away from the edge,step away now.

One day,you will reach home.

Not by your hands,only by His hands

Pull me away,make everything alright(And everything will be alright)

Just touch your heart,just one more time tonight(And everything will be alright)

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Dearest,
pieces are scattered and we pick them up,
rubber gloves, gently with pincers, tweesers,
so fragile...
put them back together, like a puzzle,
see what it looks like, whole.

I'd like to see it all come together.
We both know we're more than fairweather.
For good or not, who's to know,
piece it back together for it all to show.

ruffles

maybe we should be, maybe we shouldn't...
Who's to know? Who's to know?
Come rain or snow,
don't matter should wind howl or blow.
I'll go, I'll go...
this path, I'll go.