Thursday, December 04, 2014
111
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This is honey off a knife's blade
Berries through the thorns
All we saw was your metaphysics
Show my my death,
and I'll show you Yours
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Say you've got, only so many days
all your choices supposed to be crucial
boiled down to moments
of impulse or rage
do you run
or do you stay
in the camp or out
into the house or not?
To the things you've known
or to the things that dreams illuminated but never revealed?
to love known,
or fantasies unknown
into your rest or ramble?
Into your love or theirs
Haven't you known it?
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If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid.
But See the movie had it wrong
we were supposed to shape our own lives by decisions
In a panoply of decisions
Co-creators the epistle said
More like Cusack in say anything than in serendipity… why?
‘cause you know what you want rather than waiting to be told,
relieving that anxiety. Bravery is striking out into the night with a firm grasp on reality and hope.
but not the hope in someone else's fantasy... To co-create a destiny which is probably unlike every meaning of that word we’ve ever had constructed for us.
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Waiting for something to happen
The walls to fall
or the tide to come
Waiting's not always passive
Though maybe i could do more than this
something to anticipate
to just need
a little
quiesence on a shoulder of the sun coming up.
Reason to rise
beyond
a known repetition
so
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Its not always just that things can be so damn sorrowful
Its that we deal it
And we deal it alone
And even when i know you don't have to.
And you do too,
Inches apart
We're acres away
afraid as the silence
As the pain
a word away
and stuff it up with noise
The most sorrow blazed in caustic feathers, till they, raindrenched and bloody
are all we see
two great motivators
ever remaining
till consumation breaks the fetter for the free
Fear and love
in silence and noise
fear or love
compel us.
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So When language divides,
We will confide,
Upon a harmony
Give me the tonic
And I'll reach for the Quintessence
Forgive me, I'm just a bit sentimental
Regimental exchange
Has divided our plays
To a sense of economy
Your eyes reprise
falling on my ledger
Pupils like notations
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