This is my oasis in the fog.
I was baptized in these waters
and I don't even believe in God.
But now;
my sanctuary is tainted barely
as you throw your rocks in my pond.

After three or four the ripples still,
can't even touch the shore
like an infant child reaching for their feet for the first time.

Clutching ... Grasping ... ******* ... Gasping ...

Searching for the lady bugs to fight against these aphids.
How could say this isn't where the rain hits
when I've never heard a single one of my songs on your playlist?

...Memories fade like a fragrance...

Or so dreamt the cool cat that slept
on the warm hood of a suburban in his suburban hood.
Born in a summer haze and died just the same.

Will you come sit by my side at the piano
and criticize the way I turn the pages?

Because kings are rulers but can't measure a thing,
all you can do is sit and count your treasure in vain.
Heavy lies the crown but don't let it weigh you down.

I feel oddly godly in this mortal skin of mine.
Sure I bleed like a human but my colors are true.
Not crimson red or royal blue.
Hell I mean, they aren't even cowardly yellow or envious green,
rather transparent; unseen.

Now I know how it feels
to splatter and shatter
like raindrops on the windshield.

Too intense and immense I can barely take it,
I quickly recoil like the foot that breaks forth
from the warmth of your blanket.

the problem


women


have


is


when


they


are


young


they


­are


locked


into


this


breeding


paradigm


which


doesn'­t


give


them


any


freedom


of


thought

and


when


they­


get


older


the


hormones


go


and


they

are


wrecked !
















the problem


women


have


is


when


they


are


young


they


­are


locked


into


this


breeding


paradigm


even


though
­

they


may


not


breed


and


when


they


get


older


th­e


hormones


go


and


they

are


wrecked !

Where are those words which only my heart can speak?
Those which would bring you closer to me?
To outpour my heart into your ears, into your eyes,
To captivate your senses; but not just the five...
To tip you off balance and upsweep your feet,
Bring your head to my chest so you can feel the beat
Of my heart which is pounding so arrhythmically for you
Which it will with no doubt for the rest of my life,
My sweetheart do me the greatest honour... be my wife?

"I guess you can come"
Five little words.
They hurt.
You don't seem to care.
You don't seem to notice
I don't feel welcome here.
Always an after thought.
No one seems to see
The words you say
They really hurt me.

What will it be like when I'm


                              

                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                   ...gone
when I'm all but dust, will you live?          How about love?
when I no longer walk this earth
                                                          H­ow will it.       u  r
                                                                    ­             t              n

Will you even notice my






                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                                absence

I guess not.

Now I see where we

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