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The moment when you feel like calling her so badly,
just to hear the familiar sound of her voice,
and you can hear her smoke her cigarette,
and picture every step, every detail,
her favorite lamp, the fan humming in the background,
the sound of traffic...
from the moment she takes a puff and how she exhales,
and every mannerism which you find both mildly amusing
and are enamored by.

That moment is now, and it's fleeting, and passing,
and it'll be gone soon,
and I can't do anything... but smile;
That I had precious, previous moments, with her.

Good night.

1245

gappling minigun looking thru them barrels
can't see no sun, this used to be fun,
teetering on the thrill, living on edge.
Where's it all gone now, where's it all gone,
down through that rabbit hole,
like foot through royal ass,
endless maze of shit and piss,
I think I'd barely miss,
oh Alice, how would you fare?
If you be here and I there,
I fear the insanity of reality
a tad too hard to bare.
Running along now, running along.
On the same side of road,
on the same side of road
on the same fucking side.
Of road.

Been singing the same old tune
and I want it to change,
like nailing myself to the cross all over again
and wrestling myself free to nail my hands in all over
again, and the wound doesn't heal no it doesn't,
it just gets bigger and gangrenous,
bits of skin and bone,
and she's still here, though miles away than
I'd like, and yet she still is here.
for now.

Beacon

my dearest, if you could go all looney tunes on me,
You would, and with the anvils and bombs and rockets
Raining acme hellfire on my ass,
It would make for an awesome spectacle,
on top of the fact that you're giving me
the royal smackdown.
Such is the capacity my tendency to cause a reaction
of that magnitude is to you when I piss you off.

I don't know what I'd do without you...

She makes me feel like somebody,
someone real.
A feeling I've not been oftenly blessed with,
She tells me everything will be alright
Despite the reality that for the moment,
they aren't.

I look forward to the rain more often now.
the November rains are paving the way for cool
Clear Christmas nights.
I can't wait.

40proof

I'd walk miles.
Your scent
Your smile
Lines lines lines
Distilled spirits,
Nicoteine sticks
Salad dips dirty chicks,
Eyes on you
Just you...
Tonight
Tomorrow
Whenever
Wherever.
Now, later,
soon, soon, soonest?
now?
quandary... Me and you?

rewind

the scent of her hair in my hands
and the warmth of her breath as we lay
in each others embrace
was how things used to be.
The bed seems alot bigger
and the room much more colder
and the nights so much darker;
so much for the memories,
it's all I have to
remind me she was here.

recurring

I dreamt;
the smell of your shampoo.
skin on skin was still in.

Chest gently heaving up and down
while you snoozed and I looked on.

And it was you,
the scent you left behind.
Just a memory now, I suppose.

Vacancy sign on my bedpost.
Room for one more.
This once shiny new key is starting to rust,
Just have to find a new door.

I swept the broken pieces off the floor.
Mediocre rhymes and rhythms replace an old familiar tune.

It's sinking in.
But the dreams won't stop,
and I still have to get up.

And beneath the sheets
where 2 pairs of feet
would often times meet;

Where flesh and whispers and truths
once converged.
All's left is an empty urge.

*cue in alarm bell ring.