There's a place for those
like you and me, kid--staring
through this window pane, at odds
for hours. Conversations even out
these nights 'til a year's passed.
A smile of glass that dies too fast
ain't all we're sharing; just the
loudest thing we're sharing, staring
through this silent frame.

There's a place for those
like you and me--where we can go
when seasons roll
               around our guts
               and come back up
in boiling years.
          That place is here,
in this square frame,
with our smile of glass that breaks
           too fast
when dice cast cry out snake eyes;
          ours are blue,
and some are brown.

But she looks pretty
                         happy
                           now.

So it's back into this mirror frame
for debates had through window panes
and scrubbing hard with scalding water
          rinsing off our name.

Make up, on silk clothes
And those crazy one stand offs
And the times of soggy sandwhiches
And the years in our hair,
Could have been the tears from our tongues

The thing that conquers me the most
Is the things we cannot achieve,
The notches in and under our sleeves
The nights we conceive, the things we never need
The winds and the trees,
Its time to remember, nights like these

maybe the fact that you know
(the truth)
is the reason you're staying away -
(please come back).

At 26, he lost his one and only amour'. 26, his soul left his body suddenly with a roar! 26, none more worries.! 26. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . End of his story!!!!
(26)

MESSAGE STARTS
Just a quick note to let you all know that Dad and I love you all really and the recent Nepali earthquakes were mistakes which happened whilst he was taking a **** after a couple of strong curries Mary Magdalen made.
MESSAGE ENDS

Little girl, I am so sorry.
14 years old, how could you have known.
21, and I should have known better.
And yet here I am, not far, have I flown.
Do you see the house, up on the hill?
It knew we'd be back,
It waited, and still-
I swore this time was different.
How many times I wish I'd listened.
Just variations on a theme!
Little girl, I am so sorry.
I've led us back into the dark.
Back to this place, these familiar woods, filled with the pain we'd worked so hard- to rid ourselves of completely.
To start fresh, to start anew.
And of all the lies I've ever told,
I'm most ashamed I lied to you.

A fat blunt is rolled in my bathroom
I spark it up and inhale the fume
JAH is known by many
but revered by few

A bald head can spark
but hark!
does he hear?
the sweet sound of JAH's voice in his ear?

I look back to this path of
words and lines and
unfinished works and all I can see is
sadness and heartbreak

it's an odd revelation,
realizing all you've ever
felt strongly enough to write about
was love and pain

there's so many other feelings in the world
so many other stories
but the only ones I can tell
are the ones that have made me want to die in the end

if that isn't sad
I'm not sure what is.