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Trying to fix others relationships
Is like floating on a  raft out in the sea
Noticing holes all over
You start to try to patch them
as the water starts to swell
Your eyes open to see holes everywhere
Like a patch of clover

Next thing you know
The tide has carried you to the land
There your realize
You wasted all that time trying to fix holes
On a raft, when all along
God had a plan
They said I love you and the fight was over!!!
i come across as a blue vein in a lost arm.
or a red vein in a stump.
an orchid with black lungs. or a summer's day
that knows why you love me
but has no idea why
you left me.

i cling to the gone
like an enjoined hermit.
i fuss with the ridicule of you
and resign the feckless mirth
of our misadventures
to the blight
of our quaint
demise.

I am the Tin Man
but no longer a rough hewn hooligan.
i have become the smallest sun
above a vast atom.

So Thank you, Madame.
Whatever you do... you are there.

We conjoin the impossible with the Mundane
And clip the wings of our Ignorance
with a Question... as befits a mortal
in the Eternal Brevity.

Philosophy is the kingdom of mindful spirits.
And Spirits are the dross of Reality's furnace,
We blow glass where Truth bends.
We come undone
where we make
Ourselves.
this ring is no chain to me
i love it on this finger of mine

this home i build
i do for us
so we wont live in the dust

the trust i show and give
i do for us

the lust is for her alone
the passion is to keep
her on her throne

the honor is hers to keep
cause if she tossed it
she knows i would weep

she guards my heart
she loved me from the start

she has a slight waddle
when she walks

shes a real duck
when she struts

hair spun of gold
and a body thats not to old

a yankee twang to her rebel yell
i'm sure when she see's this
i'll be told to go to hell
i know her all to well

for she's my odd little duck
and i dont give a .....
it's a sad tale of
deep water
small boats
big waves
surrounded by liquid
dieing of thirst

of how the dull sky
and the water line are one

how the darkness never fades away
the bio in water
the stars above
they offer no solace
your death is all thats real

the creak of the gunwale
under the strain of
four hundred feet of rope
pulled taught
by the anchor
all for not

in a trance
not a chance
to make a stance
you an the boat
in the struggle
of a dance

the same line stuck in your head

"if the ocean were liqueur
an i a duck
dive to the bottom
an never come up"

of the big waves
the inky black
when i read of the kids that get lost at sea, it brings back the memory of what happened when our boat capsized 6 miles out.
how we just drifted, it was so dark, you really have to be there to know darkness without being in a cave. but darkness without touching anything.
being hit with wave after wave, never knowing when they are coming, its an emptiness that never leaves you.
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