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Umbrella green rain upset  harmless stripped And because of thunder children snapped their fingers like jazz enthusiasts Milk obsessed rats rant and render their own insanity Passing three winged' angels in the street flowing serenity Friends are best left in the mind and in the heart But do not stray too far from them For loneliness is a cold touch without love or hate We are lucky to be feeling anything at all The dead lie still The weak do too The strong move The courageous seek The other side of The hill Music moves underneath the fog of the sun Near the flower garden the tourists roam free A minds eye is a terrible thing to waste Getting to know yourself through sleep is revealing When is the next time for tea? Your gibberish speaks things to me That nothing in this world has ever done What is the color of genius? What is the feeling of epiphany? Where do the dead flowers grow? Packaged up Sent off Read up The critics scoff Growing old near the swamp the shanty town sways Old culture rusts blood brown and neon orange The bills are on the fridge and being cashed yesterday Another day passes as the clock strikes 13 A friend brushes past another in a party and they smile They do not speak for there is history there Marking calenders for future experiences in all planning aside There is nothing like chaos to introduce you to yourself As I walk down the sidewalk, pass the cleaners, I see fiction Moving under the trees, breathing the sea, I see narration Talking to the barista, laughing lines, I see dialogue Shakespeare penned the highest and the lowest of us all And I think Bukowski was right there with him too Watch a marble roll down the street Observe each crack and the path it takes We are very much the same way Define your cracks, your bumps, your potholes And see where they have taken you See what became of you after the hard times. This year Apricots will writhe in the trees Like a worm on a fishing hook. The sea is foaming at the mouth, And we are children All over again.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
All Over Again
Umbrella green rain upset  harmless stripped And because of thunder children snapped their fingers like jazz enthusiasts Milk obsessed rats rant and render their own insanity Passing three winged' angels in the street flowing serenity Friends are best left in the mind and in the heart But do not stray too far from them For loneliness is a cold touch without love or hate We are lucky to be feeling anything at all The dead lie still The weak do too The strong move The courageous seek The other side of The hill Music moves underneath the fog of the sun Near the flower garden the tourists roam free A minds eye is a terrible thing to waste Getting to know yourself through sleep is revealing When is the next time for tea? Your gibberish speaks things to me That nothing in this world has ever done What is the color of genius? What is the feeling of epiphany? Where do the dead flowers grow? Packaged up Sent off Read up The critics scoff Growing old near the swamp the shanty town sways Old culture rusts blood brown and neon orange The bills are on the fridge and being cashed yesterday Another day passes as the clock strikes 13 A friend brushes past another in a party and they smile They do not speak for there is history there Marking calenders for future experiences in all planning aside There is nothing like chaos to introduce you to yourself As I walk down the sidewalk, pass the cleaners, I see fiction Moving under the trees, breathing the sea, I see narration Talking to the barista, laughing lines, I see dialogue Shakespeare penned the highest and the lowest of us all And I think Bukowski was right there with him too Watch a marble roll down the street Observe each crack and the path it takes We are very much the same way Define your cracks, your bumps, your potholes And see where they have taken you See what became of you after the hard times. This year Apricots will writhe in the trees Like a worm on a fishing hook. The sea is foaming at the mouth, And we are children All over again.
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ashby-brown
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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