Covered in gasoline
holding fire
their bond got stronger.
Little did they know
when it broke
they were only covered in water.

How many times have you said "I love you"? How many times have you said "I miss you"? How many times have you told someone that you care?

How many times have you meant it?

Maybe it was you after all
I had had my breaks and falls
I thought you'd just pass
But you stayed til last
Now I'll be true
Now, it is you.

"I remember, it was thirty minutes ago."
My mommy Fed me until my tummy was full.
" I fell fast asleep."
After awhile, I was dreaming of a movie I just saw on television.
"I tossed and turned for what seem like forever."
[My hands are weak and my tail is numb.
How could I be burried alive?]
"I cried and I cried."
[No one can hear me inside.
A two feet beneath a square trap . Equal in measures from side to side.]
"Mommy, where am I?"
"Get out of there," she cried.
[My eyes are tired, and I just want to sleep.
Wake me up. I'm burried alive.]
[She gently shook her baby mouse to wake up and follow the trail to the other side.]
["It's just a dream and a belly full of dinner." The mommy mouse replied.]
"This happened forty minutes ago." (

spaces in words seems
clear like reciting
lost meaning in dreams

desire for long awaited
focus on the task ahead
floats obscure objects protracted
hated in hatred hate

seeming real like breath  
with eyes that glow
faces that creep beneath the
desks below

catch words ...scratching sentences
ideas and reasons
with books always pleading
stop ...wait...resonate true meaning

Gone are the glory days of jam butties
when marmalade was shredded gold
and spam pretended to be ham
and plum jam tested for a cold.

The wireless was our window on the world.
The Weekly News and Guardian
gave local news, views and reviews.
Street chatter made stories that much fatter.

That world now reappears to me.
But in it I take no part.
No good, no bad, no clumsy me,
no touch, no sound, no sacred heart-to-heart.

At times, your flotsom and jetsom gets to me.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.

At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"

At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...

At times, you storm away.

At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.

At times, I don't think I deserve you.

Music allows me to sleep, and it makes my life nice and neat, now RePete after Pete, good vibrations can take care of all situations......

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WHEN THiNGS GO WRONG
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