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The dog chasing its tail
The cat who thinks it found a friend in the reflection in the glass
Deluded
Nothing but pity
(And maybe a little disgust)
For those who who believe they know so much
Who do you seek when your spirit is weak?

What do you do when the bluest of blue pumps throughout you?

Where do you go when darkness grabs hold and turns your heart cold?

When do you cry after the years of tears have run dry?

Why do you let your heart be ravaged and torn apart?
Oh can't we just steal away....?
          Taste the magic for a day.....?

Displace the dread
living in my head

Just
me
myself
&
I

We'll abandon the ghost town.....
          In Nowhere I can pretend to drown.....

Not another soul
just
me
myself
&
I

here in this place
Anywhere
I can be in peace.
Subtitle: concert cherry popped



His eyes, full of wonder
glued to the stage
waiting for the band to assume the position
sun not yet set
the thump thump thumping
begins.
His hands raise up
he joins the crowd
still melting in to the beat
as the sun beats too.
Intermission intrigues and builds suspense
he doesn't know the process yet.
The sun slips behind the flagpole
then the jumbo-tron
racing the light show (all purples and greens).
The crowd roars to life at the first
strum and drum.
He jumps to his seat
already wearing the overpriced t-shirt he bought
lips moving, reciting the words he has
memorized from setting the CD to repeat
head bobbing
keeping a perfect beat.
When the sun finally sleeps
he gets the full effect:
light show, big drums, guitar solo, stage smoke-
No encore (musically speaking)
but a visual symphony
as the fireworks make smiley faces in the full moon sky.
Not a bad first concert experience for a 9 y/o boy (and his 7 y/o sister)....free tickets for Imagine Dragons....outside....with hip-hop band Atmosphere (hometown heroes) opening.  I couldn't take my eyes off of him despite the giant stage in front of us.
means

Nothing

to me
***

Whiskey
Jag
Gin
Mary Jane
Spice
Or maybe a needle makes it nice
Pictures of women
or memories of men
Meditation to a state of Zen
Books
Words
Verbal *****
A mountain
and the urge to climb it
Binging
Purging
The razor's edge
Teddy bears
Garbage
or your beloved pet
feet, hands, tongues, sweat
the TV or
internet
living vicariously through others
or stumbling solo

You decide
where you go
"You're a ***** girl"
you've gone too far
"The ***** is back"
actually, she never left
There's a few  varieties in this domain:
Some of us hang back, quiet
observing
armored
locked and loaded
ready to protect with that forcefield...
Alert
Aware
Buffering
Then there are those
malicious and spiteful
poised to pounce
and
take
take
take
Gluttonous
Perverted
Cruel
Which one are you?
I know where I stand.....proud....you know it doesn't matter
anyway  ;-)
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