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Dance on fickle heart strings
be ambiance on the dark streets, follow me home
  after every show, a ladder already built from the roots
    have we hacked off enough vines and dirt, to finally do this?
     either way here we are and for once i am truly happy to be here
       i wanna live, i wanna give, I've been a minor with you , now were
twenty and not searching , and now i just want money to buy you paint
Trip on hidden floor essence
  burn holes with close eye lid joints
   run from the cold in north new england
    Late night trips in our band rooms shadows
     of the light of candles and the city, single window
       rock me darling, been a miner for a heart of gold.
1.13.14
If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
a bit better than the rest
how i missed you then,
and how bad i did felt.

the day you became a cavity
way deep in the back of my
lonely and deprived youth

i didn't know anything of what
smitten i felt was just taken away
forever, far away

except the sleep lost,
and the time travel wished for
or the releasing of my song bird
to flutter back or move closer.

you moved away,
did you know you would be
filling my cavities today?

closer
were both a fifth of our way
through our perfect lives
and me? at least I'm not lonely

happiness
i don't even know what this is
how everyone before you felt
so cold, i just wish that i could be

closer than
and i know through time,
that will be attained
how fast we've become ,

closer than that
yet so long. a fifth of our lives already.
babe were at the half life of being in each other lives
how perfect you fit. how perfect you create.

closer than that is
to no destruction. kali sheeva not so present
my eyes and acid peripheries , not so dilated
you are skin particles away, me inside, not so lonely

our sun rises,
luckiest guy smiles, as the drums come in
and the camera pulls out of a window,
drawing fourth away past the clouds

the sun sets,
to come , as the sun diminishes into a star
far away where we are traveling stuck in space
drifting away, at least were not lonely

*
you feel better , than that is
even after you are gone to work
I'm still laying here, on earth
a foot above the ground
where we were meant to meet
janvier, la nova
ambulant, le entendu
Resonate haiku
Creating sounds flowing through
Baby, please don't stop

Dripping melodic
Fantasy unravels me
Ululating, hmmm

Caressing notes float
My skin tingles with pleasure
Give me more haiku

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