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i can't just sit anymore
let my sight roll over the window pane
and the silence of the bears roar in my ears
without obnoxious pink clouds fuzzing everything

i itch to be more
tight legs, tight arms, tight mind
but everything is too loose and bunched
in the least aesthetically pleasing way
so i treat myself to another bowl
of honey nut cheerios

and propel myself further into the trap that is my mind
Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
You speak with the voice of an angel
My ears suddenly come alive
My heart becomes speechless
As I look into your eyes

All the sounds of the world
Weep and say good-bye
As I drift into a dream
I'm lost in your eyes

Lost in your eyes
A sea of heavenly bliss
Full of longing passion
That none can resist

Lost in a moment
Where magic never dies
Your spell is upon me
I am lost in your eyes

You can do or say anything
I cannot escape your lullaby
I'm trapped in your melody
I'm lost in your eyes
by Buddy Williams, CopyRight-1998
Days feel longer still and the nights seem old,
My hand it touches glass that bars my way,
I sit and see the winter winds blow cold,
Dreaming now of a closer coming day.
Hands soft with need and want will lift the gloom,
The world is gone we're buried in this den,
I'll see your smile sing back into this room,
Nights young with lips and laughter once again.
My heart it beats so sweetly for your own,
To kiss me now would make me weaker still,
A weakness that forever I'll condone,
Those lips that flame my passion, aim to thrill.
'I love you so,' my thoughts forever sigh,
You are the star, my life an endless sky.
MILD is the parting year, and sweet
   The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
   And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
   But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
   The tear that would have soothed it all.
I do not live with a peaceful mind.
Every night it shows itself.
Like a selfish blind, I fear the light
And beg for mercy and feed its might.

I'm in a prison now counting the hours.
One day soon I'll be flying back.
Like meteor showers streaking the night,
It fails to crash and escapes my sight.

The mountain is steep and reaches the clouds.
The voices are deep and they echo loud.
Until the day my answers are found,
I'll just try to sleep without another sound.
A part of me feels out of place
Somewhere lays a missing puzzle piece
I think it got ripped out long ago
The seams are starting to fall apart
I'm not sure where it all went wrong.
Was it the shattered family?
A father who abused his wife
Up and left his family for a new life
Was it the boys who stole my heart?
Hopelessly devoted to you
Was it the three bestfriends that blew me off?
I thought it was us against the world
I'm floating on top, but it feels like im drowning
I am my own missing piece to the puzzle.

-Amber Rush
Raw is my skin
From the repetitive
Friction, rubbing, beating
Heart
Raw is the emotion
From the constant
Ripping, aching, seeking
Soul
Love is blind
Forehead to floor,
A hidden treasure.
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