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I find myself at the watering hole
aiming to drown my sorrow
I drank until I knew I was
going to feel it tomorrow

Out of reflex I looked down the bar
and what did my eyes take in
A long cool woman in a dark red dress
A siren, in stunning scarlet.

I drank in her features and summoned some courage, I had the bar ask what she was nursing
"****** Mary" I the waiter said as he passed me by he said she was also violently cursing

I bought her a drink and Sat back down
Watching the Blackhawks game
When shockingly enough she crept up behind me and asked me for my name

"Nero, I don't wish to be rude but I just had my heart snapped in two"
"Funny, the same thing happened to me, so whatever shall we do?"

I downed the last bit of whiskey then said
"I know this may sound risky but how about instead of going to our shared beds we go to a hotel instead?"

"Right to the point, I see," she said as she nursed that ****** Mary.
"How about this, I'll do you one better,
Right in the alley, it's warm and you won't need a sweater, it'll be hot enough with me"

laughing softly I said with quickness
"We both seem to suffer from ****** sickness, the alley then shall be our destination
to practice passion without hesitation.

so she walked outside, swaying her hips
I sat and watched, licking my lips, I paid the barkeep, her tab and mine
then proceeded to walk outside,

I arrived at the alley across the street
and what sight should my eyes first meet
this same siren, hitched up her dress,
her slender body she gently caressed

I began to kiss her with some of my passion
thinking "How in the Heck did this happen?"
She must have read my mind because she said
"empty those thoughts out of your head
My name is M, if that's all right
you know it well by the end of the night
There once was a frog,
just a normal frog,
sitting on a plain log
until along came a dog.

He was speckled and green
but the dog was ever so mean
so goodbye froggy green
don't mess with a king
who wants you as his lunch scene.

And that's our dear friend's end.
with a body concealed in armor
and a heart filled with iron bars
let me in to see your light

the man had a past of thorns
yet a soul of gold
invite me in to reveal your sweeter side

with a mind set of a government spy
and the emotion of burdened soldier
smile to me wide and let your guard down

the man had the memories on the battlefield
yet no scars to prove his achievement
come sit close and tell me the tales of your life

with the courage of a fighter
and the actions of a member of the counterculture
lean in close and let your lips meet mine

the man who thought he had no heart to love
yet held the key for an eternal sanctuary
forget all your tales, and spare your future to adventure with me
Who knew cows could write?
I barely knew they could fight,
But I was ever so wrong
Cause here comes one singing a love song.

What is it, click, clack, moo
Or is it more like Dr. who?
What is this world coming to
Cause one day cows will be ruling you.
Swallow your regret
With a bottle of pills,
Honey your life's not over yet
You've got five minutes to ****.
I walk through these autumn streets, Brooklyn in November.
I walk listening to Dylan, trying not to remember...the spring, the summer...

As the previous winter thawed and the leaves began to bud,
There was this lonely kid who walked alone...
Walked through those Brooklyn streets listening to Dylan, trying to remember what it was that he was hoping for, waiting for...

As the Spring breeze began to blow, the rain began to fall and the flowers began to grow and the kid felt 9 feet tall.
The dreams of summer, the afternoon slumbers and the allnighters spent with my brothers.
Unexpected, unprotected by armor - no memories yet, just dreams, hopes and embryonic ideas of what lay ahead. Possibilities unlimited.
Blue eyes...all it took were her blue eyes...
Summer flew on by - long walks on beaches, sunrises and sunsets, holding hands...babies crying...August and the end of summer racing in the street towards you...towards me.
September - still hot but not as strong - you walk, and walk alone.

I walk alone through these Brooklyn streets, listening to Dylan, Van Morrison and Nick Cave - remembering but forgetting to ignore her tears, her lies and her blue eyes.
October - hurricane winds blow down the leaves across the sidewalks, the streets and upon the highways where we once drove like the boys of summer standing boldly in the sun - where has the time gone?
Where has the time gone?

I walk through these autumn streets, Brooklyn in November.
I walk listening to Dylan, trying not to remember...the spring, the summer...
I don't always know exactly what to say.
I like to keep my feelings locked, it's always been that way.
But here you come along, opening my heart.
Why can't i keep you out, it tears me apart.
I listen to your problems, you help me out too.
When i start to crumble, you're the superglue.
All these new emotions, spinning through my brain.
None of this has ever happened, will i go insane?
Everything is different, but somehow it returned.
All the pain once has taught, now will be relearned.
I'm trying not to hurt you, so i hurt my skin.
But i'll always be here,  to ease the pain you're in.
 Nov 2014 Nanna Harrow Haley Y
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Are you blind?
You're back on the conveyer belt, again.
You're fooled by that you see, again.
You seem to be getting closer but you're drifting further away.
You see hope on the horizon which turns to agony as soon as you get close enough to reach it.
You're heart is breaking at the thought of struggle
You're depending on the bottle, again.
The guzzle is burning your throat as you swallow any chance at revival.
Fingers turn to black, lips turn to black, mind turns to black.
You're crumbling with the ashes of cigarettes
There's no rebuilding broken debris anymore.
Hope is sunken beaneath you as you lay drunk on the floor.
Miles away from the conveyer belt, again.
No going back to where you're headed.
No heads or tails to change the situation.
No more gods willing to listen.
Its over.
Don't inhale.
Life wasted at the thought of making it
but giving up when you get a chance to escape your mind.
No press play, fast forward, rewind.
No more hands helping you out the gutter
You're already buried six feet too deep.
Your hands are on your mouth, again
Trying to quiet your screams.
No ones listening
No ones wondering
No ones there.
You've created this hell for yourself;
just lock the door as you leave.
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