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Apr 2013
Gonna be
What i'm gonna be

Doesn't matter
How you sing it

I have to be
Fluid and free

It doesn't matter

Where the breeze
Takes it

They are gonna see
What they wanna see

It doesn't matter to me

They are gonna think
What they wanna think

With only half the story

It doesn't ******* matter

I'm gonna be big one day
Get stuck in a cave

And i'm gonna sing one day
Into your blades

A slave to the pain
We will float away in a daze
Of my ways straying
Through the stains
Of my disdain

And of my profanity

Happily
******* clad

For all to see

The worn scars
Of moonbeams
Puncturing my heart
With fresh starts

And of parts grown
Big enough to impart

Mourning

Oaring throw the dark

From broken homes
Of loneliness
And atonement

To your unknowing
Unto mine

Bigger
Blacker
Cloud of nine

Pull me closer
Track the mileage

See me through
Or see me out

Just shut
Your ******* mouth

hear it out

The wind
It blows

A cinder of thought

The grin
From whispers

Tickling to talk

The clock
It spins

In predictable sections

But the hand
It slows

In lesser lessons

Be a friend
Be an enemy

Just don't disrupt
The creative energy

Take me

Take me down the stream

Make me
Make me see again

But forgive me
Forgive me now

I will leave you there
Crying out

For crying out loud
From emptied stares

We can laugh
When its way back there

And nothings as barren
As it seems

Gonna be big one day
Gonna get stuck in a cave

Gonna sing to you one day
Sing to your blades

Gonna slave to your pain

And we

We will still be

Okay
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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   Dennis Meeker
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