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Goodbye, Tomorrow.
I've never loved you,
Because I couldn't,
Not because I didn't want to.
If I understood for even a moment what love meant,
Then maybe I'd be okay with waiting for one more you.
Waking up made me want you always,
Living now meant you were never here and if I had my own way you'd be my only way.
You made me anticipate the new and hate the old.
You made me live on the brink,
I was always your lining,
You were all my puzzle pieces.
Ill miss you more than anything,
When yesterday passed and you became Today,
I knew then I'd never have you.

Goodbye, Tomorrow,
You would always be my hopeful heart,
My fingertips running down the warm length of my dreams.
But don't miss me,
You don't need to.
You never saw me,
We were only really here in daydreams.

Tomorrow...
I've wanted you more than any girl,
More than gold,
I've wanted you more than zen and peace.
I've raced for the sunshine you promise and have always come around the globe to realize its the same sun.
You've tricked me,
Every moment I felt warmer,
Wishing for your embrace,
Was a moment I spent in ice,
Realizing you'd always be Today.
If I was wise,
I'd have known you were always here.

The thing is, Tomorrow,
I'm not over you,
I've just come to realize I love Today so much I can't bear to let you come between us.
You'll always be here,
What today is,
You have all the potential to be.
You grow from the past,
Into the present.
We think of you now and then you slip away as we come to learn,
You aren't for thinking of but for existing in.

Today is all the Tomorrow I will ever need.
Today is always trying to be you, Tomorrow,
So don't believe that I'm leaving you for Good.
Just believe that I'm leaving you for Now.
So I took over a few thousand dollars,
So that my overdosed skin could holler.

Though it was dark,
I stayed in that park,

Thinking
"Cokes turned me into my father."
I wonder what it takes to be consistent. If its a struggle against the outside world, to hold yourself inside and press against the preserved lines of your holy self.

I wonder how happiness is like us, made a fool of in time. And if the bible holds secrets beyond what we understand.

And if it stood for religion, I wonder again what kind. If it was a religion of nature, of empowerment. To give ourselves the notion of identity, or to give us a sanctity on earth, of earth.

If its so, if there is no higher power above circumstance, then I certainly am mistaken.
I am a brother to dragons,
And a companion to owls.
Job 30:29 KJV
simple
so simple
this direct line I have to your heart
that hears every word I say to you
and amplifies it like a megaphone.

simple
the brushes of the wind
and how they tip your hair
and bare skin every time.

Under the tender blush of your vivid skin.

so simple
so abrupt and easy, disrupted and quantified
its emerging from its shadow and facing the cold shoulder of the wind
and its alone
at last

Gone and alone.

and to think
it could ever be so simple
to think that a thought could ever remain simple
it expands and erupts and the levee of the mind
breaks.

Yet, its simple.

how free and furrowed and wise this love is
how intangible and mystic, dim witted and polite
its always so simple
then one day you remember
its just a thought.
I always used to think,
Comet tails would whip me across a baron universe.

Traversed by no man

I would ignite the empty space with an apocalypse.

And in the meteor metal would be the lost traces of emperor anarchy.
A cosmos of distant memories.

And the sound would flail past the seperate planets,

The black holes would be full with my legacy.

If I couldn't be the sun
I would be the brink

The lining that makes a whole picture
A puzzle.
jupiters moons.
Is that an answer?

No questions and the way it falls

it feels like empty river water.

No I don't,

have passions to chase.

Its more of distant callings,
yearnings from the empty
burning

that is inside the hollow bark of
withering willows.
I keep drifting in and out of my own designs…
watching the world change through all these perspectives,
eyes Ive made up on my own.

each stanza
line
half
full
measure

for all the sounds i hear with different ears, youd think it would be madness.

No, Ive simply been enjoying the pleasure of my creativity.

though i suppose ive been lost somewhat
falling to reality and wondering when ill
come back to visit

I dont live in lies, I write them.
But I live to write…
what does that say about me.
-F.M.
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