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“never lament casually” Leonard Cohen *the serious are plenty burdensome, so if the flight delayed, or the device batteries, moments away from recognizing that 0% is still a viable digit with a special meaning, these, none deserving of deploring the human condition but the weight of leaving her in cold Montreal, while old promises made, demand a presence in L.A., freezey veins, icy cracking inspiration attempts in vain, all the unrecognizable for crying out loud verses on a cocktail napkin scribbled, watching ink letters wet melting your wants simplest, fireplace warmth snap cackling pop love songs verses for her, the sheets of her dark skin, silken on your tongue, the wetness of her Oh’s, left a connect-the-dots map from your nose to toes, but her fingertip markers, now a thousand miles away, busy throwing up to the sky, hands filled with leaves of crisp falling colors assortment, only the colorless no’s left they play a tune you wrote years ago on the lounge speakers, modified, wordless, so it’s innocuous, background harmless, this axes paper cuts on your private places where the songs get birthed, and now your whole package is tonnage measurable, the lamentations serious, serious constellations, etching a new song* *<> “for the relearning is the crown jew-el, that jesters rob from their kingly masters, pride in love is the fall season preceding Canadian winters, always thinking you know better, be better at keeping warm, this time which is the next time you cannot learn from love, cause it’s twice, two times, never the same, past lessons ain’t no prologue, the body is maybe in the wafers, sometimes vanilla, sometimes chocolate and the epilogue is 100% of the  poem~songs that I loved writing and hate remembering*”
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
“never lament casually” Leonard Cohen
“never lament casually” Leonard Cohen *the serious are plenty burdensome, so if the flight delayed, or the device batteries, moments away from recognizing that 0% is still a viable digit with a special meaning, these, none deserving of deploring the human condition but the weight of leaving her in cold Montreal, while old promises made, demand a presence in L.A., freezey veins, icy cracking inspiration attempts in vain, all the unrecognizable for crying out loud verses on a cocktail napkin scribbled, watching ink letters wet melting your wants simplest, fireplace warmth snap cackling pop love songs verses for her, the sheets of her dark skin, silken on your tongue, the wetness of her Oh’s, left a connect-the-dots map from your nose to toes, but her fingertip markers, now a thousand miles away, busy throwing up to the sky, hands filled with leaves of crisp falling colors assortment, only the colorless no’s left they play a tune you wrote years ago on the lounge speakers, modified, wordless, so it’s innocuous, background harmless, this axes paper cuts on your private places where the songs get birthed, and now your whole package is tonnage measurable, the lamentations serious, serious constellations, etching a new song* *<> “for the relearning is the crown jew-el, that jesters rob from their kingly masters, pride in love is the fall season preceding Canadian winters, always thinking you know better, be better at keeping warm, this time which is the next time you cannot learn from love, cause it’s twice, two times, never the same, past lessons ain’t no prologue, the body is maybe in the wafers, sometimes vanilla, sometimes chocolate and the epilogue is 100% of the  poem~songs that I loved writing and hate remembering*”
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My eyes blank stared into nowhere You casually fixed yours on me I have been crushing on you Still try keeping it low-key I’ve loved your pretty tan skin You casually complimented me We sat right next to each other I was breathing silently I’m not the most secured person You casually lean towards me We were suddenly a step closer, I’m more comfortable with me I’ve seen your world as an outsider While you laugh and cry and sing Now I get why you’re an actor So casually you’re radiating
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Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
Casually
You’re a twilight dreamer Thoughts of make belief Sound and wide awake Make belief is what you’re feeling
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
5am
Maybe I've been the happiest I can be Maybe I've lost the one I can love most Maybe this doesn't bother me But isn't all this sad at all? How casually I can keep living How casually I can always hope Look to another day, keep waiting For even better, as though there's more. But maybe there won't be. The greatness found is really lost. Though there may be new adventures I've been to heaven, and was thrown out.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Been there, lost that. 20180531.