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 Dec 2011 Edward Laine
Odi
My dad, he saved a child
Almost two summers ago
Beat on his lifeless chest
Until he got up and started breathing on his own

Whilst I, in this empty house
Make promises I cant keep
And feed my blood to sharp razor blades
Because I know its a luxury to weep

I wanted to be the one to tell them
That Grandpa died
To summon up human reaction
But as soon as I watched their faces crumple
I wanted to take it back and say "I lied"

Just like how he battled to keep that kid alive
I wanted to stop him, shake him, say
"Dad, leave it, hes better off, you see this world is a filthy filthy place,
its a ******* ***** world daddy, you'd be doing him a favour.
So Save your breath
Save his grace."

But I didn't, I stood and watched and felt
nothing

While his mother pounded on my fathers back
Screaming words like "God" and "Please" and "Son."
As if there are such things


As I, in this empty house
Carve my wrists
And paint ****** pictures on
white hairless canvases
and think about that little boy

That my father saved
Butte Magic of Ignorance
Butte Magic
Is the same as no-Butte
All one light
Old Rough Roads
One High Iron
Mainway

Denver is the same
'The guy I was with his uncle was
the govornor of Wyoming'
'Course he paid me back'
Ten Days
Two Weeks
Stock and Joint

'Was an old crook anyway'

The same voice on the same ship
The Supreme Vehicle
S.S. Excalibur
Maynard
Mainline
Mountain
Merudvhaga
Mersion of Missy
UNDISCLOSED

You have no name
You have no face
It's hard to connect
When there is no place

I hear the laughter
There in your voice
I feel the sadness
There is  no choice

Where  are going?
What will you do?
There is no status
No connection to you

I fear so to touch
Such a fragile place
My hand reaches out
And yet I hesitate

If only I could say
It will be all right
Please don't be afraid
Step into the night

I don't want to hurt
But I cannot go there
This is the one place
I just cannot share
 Aug 2011 Edward Laine
Susanne
You and me
Only just me
Just you
Present only in ink and paper
Ink in pen the potential
for misinterpretation
For joy
For just you to become just you and me
Or just you wanting me
Me wanting you is
Slowly but surely
With each mailbox crawl
Becoming an empty pen
No more to say except
“Hows the new job?”
Ink drying up
And scrawled:
“Hope you’re doing well.”
I’m not
but
I will be
I will be
A pen with new ink
Ink for someone
Someone that’s not you
I will be
Over it
I will be.
 Aug 2011 Edward Laine
Kami
Divinity
 Aug 2011 Edward Laine
Kami
The divinity of world that drives us wild inside.
The judgment put into this world is nonsense.
The ignorance is pathetic.
The dream we live is a lucid dream,yet noone desires to be open minded & see beyond our own eye lits.
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