Returning is certain.
One way, one day
Lifetimes within lifetimes
Transcend, one into
Another.
Eyes smile in recognition as
Adios will always
bring you home.

Could my words describe a familiar place
A feeling of love or a bitter taste
Or do they echo through time as an endless rhyme
Never stopping to unravel, leaving naught behind

Perhaps they’re merely spoken out of such demise
An incoherent babble of a madman sublime
Should they speak of rage as of life in a cage
I have written of hate, such a shocking page

Yet I would that my words could somehow describe
The part of me I tend to hide
And so you may know I am somebody else
Than the person you see when you look in yourself
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She wrote me
and my memory
cannot write her off.

The big man upstairs
Once and for all
Disabused me of the notion
That he was in fact
God himself

And just my landlord
Living on the top floor
Yelling at me
Through the wall
That my rent is overdue

When you been hurt
So many times.
Your reply to it
I’m use to it.