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Wherever i go,

see me laugh

see me eat

see me sad 

see me? no.

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Where have you gone
what are you doing
and how could my fledgling be here
where the rocks never cease their thrashing
and Edith with golden hair
they are the thunder
crashing down my staircase
screaming of love divine
where books never need of mending
from my armchair on the Rhine
I can tolerate the spending
obfuscate the wind
but of my heart and love unending
you last I have made my friend.

Sleeping in

I just can't do it

You're out of my reach

Their calling for rain

I'm comfortable

It's too cold

I'm not hungry

Please shut up

Creatures Hum

Mr Whiskers takes a walk

and talks a kind of funny talk

to himself so no one hears

about himself and all his fears

He walks until he stops to tie

the shoestring flopping side to side

to find his toenails haven't stretched 

since his last walk with the Elephant

Mr Elephant sings his songs

though no one ever sings along

and no one ever writes him back

or cares about his aching back

but that won't stop him from resending

that won't stop his heart from mending

or the necks that he'll be bending 

when the Crocodile comes a trilling

Mr Croc devours his snacks

Chews barbed wire just like that

scares the children with his tail

Gets locked up and then makes bail

But hes sensitive and kind the most

to him without a spine to boast

For his friend his heart would give the most

The slimey, snotty Snail

Mr Snail runs his brigade

without a snivel or charade

commanding creatures far and wide

to march along his noble side

Yet before he goes to sleep each night

before the last flicker of his light

he checks the corners, checks the halls

for signs of salt and know-it-alls.

Mountain Morning

Travelled footsteps parade the path
Soaked to the bone with dew
The cloudlit serenade of tumbling stones
Reveal the fresh warm earth
Untouched since last sun.
Swelling tides of heavy air
Nudge the mountain closer to the feet
The sun breaks the ghost haze
Taking back the water it gave in absence.

Some Ship

A thousand miles on a midnight cruise
My lover, my wife, and my windswept muse.
They conjure the the eager
The youthful, naive,
Spirit I've sold to some liquid dream

Where one helps me write
The other slowly shreds
The filaments of my mind
The loving daily dread.

This ship it sails
Unabashed through every storm
Showing not on the bow
The wretched words which scorn.

Lost

She looked at me

I took her hand

In one moment, forever,

We were the sand.

Warm and drowsy 

Lapping the land

Consumed by water

An endless stand

Against lovers forgiven

and moments lost

For time remembered

For lives cost

Until at last

you were caught 

By lead and hatred

and meaningless loss.

To thine own Self

You don't need to lose your mind to find yourself. 

Thin, the castle walls that fall won't reveal some

Notch upon the shelf.  Breaching, shadowed, seldom

worn, coughing, spitting, hollowed, torn words embraced

by soldiered breath wraught your eagled burdened breadth,

Can't be used to self describe. For the patient shallow stride

of the ghost by summers morn in the dew and down reborn,

the distraught valleys of your spine the gaunt and feeble

mallow mind, feeding forlourn naive crypts buried. Hidden

tomb unspent. Named forgotten 

minds relent is all corroded, cyanide beseeched unloaded 

 by the tide washing, wailing whales upended, seeking 

names though names unended can never relish

in the the splendor of one who's found themself.

The Relentless

You are the spring
The flower
the blossom
you grow and bloom
like everything
you are my summer night
lit smile by candle light
the perfect blend of oak and pine
june bug pants
ice cream shorts
heart a patch over mine

Darling

There you are

Still smiling

Even in slumber

Metling my heart

Experience

Guided thoughts,

Repeated words,

Endless time got me here.

Rosy, fast-moving glints

Of mellowed nostalgia,

Best left discarded,

Remain somehow

After all this rain.

It's there, a faint film

Right around the edges

That just can't seem to be cleaned off,

It's comforting.

A slow sip

Marking the end of a long week.

A train somewhere

Out in the impenetrable night,

Calming us.

But like all experiences

We are left marred 

More imperfect than before

More human.

Fame

Broken apart 

Like a cloud in the wind,

When the crowd chants for more

The glass life begins.

The sand-torn corners

Where those monsters did hide

Are now burnt by the sun

And beaten by the tide.

That stammering voice

Spilling out of your lips

Is now amplified, eternally,

For clowns and critics.

Traded for solace 

The waves never stop

That lonesome lighthouse 

A new tourist spot. 

It's the life that you've chosen

You mustn't complain,

For you may sink and drown in it

Turning back into rain.

G.D.

She left the iron on again
Goddamnit
Why can't she just pick up the damn clothes
Goddamnit
Why is our account at 0
Goddamnit
Does she really have to take this call
Goddamnit
Where did she put my shit
Goddamnit
I was watching that
Goddamnit
Is she fucking kidding me
Goddamnit
She ate the last cookie
Goddamnit
Who taught her how to drive
Goddamnit
Did she unplug my phone
Goddamnit
100 bucks for a shirt
Goddamnit
She's going to want wine with dinner
Goddamnit
Good thing I married her
Goddamnit

Paramount Post-Punk

And this is exactly where you thought you'd be

Lost, wandering, liveing free.

Taking no shits, and giving no fucks

Getting by on pure bad luck.

Just like you always wanted.

Yeah, you're doing alright.

Now pull your pants up,

Wipe yourself off,

Put on your uniform,

Go back to work.

Early

And where will you go,
So early in the morning,
Before the grass wets
and there's still a hint of yesterdays warmth?
Just let me know,
because I'd really like to be there.

A Moment

The sky was awake with the rolling avalanche of cloud

Its heart was felt beating, echoing endlessly 

The whipping winds stood still, fearfull of its master.

Every plant from mighty tree to bush down to the smallest seedling lifted itself higher

Praising the coming torrent

The landscape, once blistering with dragonflies, robins, deer, and rabbits 

Was now lanced and barren.

In a single moment the world took a in great breath and cast itself into battle.

 

The Soldier

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
He plays his patriotic game
hurrah hurrah
The bullets burst, the colonels curse
The nurses and medics all fear for the worst
And he'll never be the same.

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
There is no drug to ease his pain
hurrah hurrah
A thunder clap, an endless shout
He closes his eyes but still can't get out
And he'll never sleep again

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
The end is drawing near for him
hurrah hurrah
The words are wrote, the triggers released
Maybe now he'll find his peace.
And we'll never know his name.

Draughtsman's Tune

As I keep going by
I make vibrations in the sky
the needles plucking clear
stringing tunes for all to hear
As I keep going by
The gentle chirping lullabye
begins to slow now at the pass
where each note could be my last
As I keep going by
the thrill is gone now by and by
straining hard to hit each key
damn friction, gravity
As I keep going by

Without Loss of Generality

I love you, ok?
Even when my message is unclear
when my hair is unkempt and my mind
has wandered very far away,
I love you.
There you are, always in my thoughts
taking hours out of my day
blissfully chattering while I work.
We can fight for hours it seems
without moving our lips.
Here, there, then, never
Its easier this way.
But you dislike it,
This bubbled relationship.
Where I float around and you
keep so firmly grasped ready to pounce
on any wind that may come our way.
You put up with
because you love me, ok?