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Feelings of
I'm late for work
I'll be fired
******* it.

Yes, you are late.

11                     1
10                              2
9    <--------!                 3
8                !                4
7           !           5

9:30 in the morning
says the clock.

Look at the calendar.

Yesterday ~ Today ~ Tomorrow
Saturday ~ Sunday ~ Monday

The days
you mixed up.

You woke up
for nothing.
I've come around
Through all these years
I've turned around
After all the tears
You said you loved me
Then you left me standing there
You said you loved me
Then you left me over here
I've come around
I've got the gears
To turn around
And wipe it clear
You ran around and tricked me
But, I didn't sneer
Now you're spreading lies about me
The truth is out now dear
I've turned around
I've made it clear
Those other clowns
They're not me dear
I've got it all together now
It is perfectly clear
There's no more choices for you now
There is only me, dear
I've turned around
For you my dear
I've turned around
For you my dear
knocks on the door
when it crosses your mind

comes in to dine
when you entertain it

but when you act on it


(C) 1/30/2016
And you always have to
FEED IT. HOUSE IT (rent free).
and, most importantly,
I kept a screen
Before my mind,
To re-run clips
Of your fine lines.
Glad for new-age technology,
The IMAX use of 3D;
I'll use the big screen monolith
To screen the edit
Of your breadth and width.
Ahh, them words can be so sharp. Nice to unsheath the weapon sometimes.
As Bowie said: "Ch Ch Ch Ch Changes..."
--but i have realized
that i live for the ash in your eyes,
the shadows i kiss from your collarbones
the unspoken flames that dance
                                     across your skin

igniting, consuming.
between the swirling dust
and your smoky eyelashes,
i breathe you,
choke on the embers and
love every moment of it.
quiet chaos
resting silently inside a soul
longly lost by the spirit
that meditates calmly now
inside the dome filled by dark emptiness
it's cold, a freezing gloom
but the breeze is pleasant
it awakens my whole being
making me realise
what a fulfilled emptiness I am living
emptiness is a dark deep blue
and it makes everything so clear
he lives as if he knows the secret
that everyone else spends their lives
trying to discover
don't know what I did to deserve you

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period—
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest ***** you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay—

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
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