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"converging" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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I stood there, Tall and proud, Half yard behind Death drop, Vortex form at toes, Put fish world in spin. Crush moss trees with Splashing feet. One long gaze Left to right, Miles of pool and stream Spelling poetry in cursive Through eroded landscape. Zip down, Junk out. Open gates of flesh tap Muscle relax, Fresh release Of human nectar. Light separation Casting rainbow shimmer, A dancing upright Tower of liquid. Gravity outstretch Palm grip And connect Via web of Golden pour, Chaps eye to Mother earth. A converging Of torrents, Saturating transparent terrain With saffron and lemon. The taste in a frog's mouth Of sweet ammonia. Clench, And donation over. A momentary meld Of man and nature. Those few seconds Putting context into me: At one with the scenery, An extension of environment, A limb of creation.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
******* Down a Waterfall
Drifting back to the ocean like it never even happened unraveled dreams washed clean crystalline renaissance bestowed     by wind mountain spring waters rising from the heart of mother earth A remnant light glows deeply of one love's untamed wonders an unfastened feather glides abandoned rushing waters floating alighting pilgrim blissfully sails on stranded without wings a fallen wild feather free as bird wanting a place to be let free Sun in the summer air wind in buoyant feathered hair softly dancing upon wild river restless ripples to feel the love of holding on adrift asunder whence it touched on destiny's far-reaching journey yonder holding onto flowing rivers rolling towards the sea The incoming tidal waters blossom surge to greet wind river's gentle saunter converging slackening passage salt on feral feathered fragments arousing currents babbling swirl imbibed by the impassioned sea Wild rivers' born intentions a different kind of drifting passage to kiss the distant horizon where the sown sunlight settles submerged in shoreless ocean waters     to be free all at sea at last someone you used to know  2017
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
It's only water
I. The heart is clumsy, our thoughts provoking disaster when pulling on the wrong strings before the storm, and after. II. You and I, encompass the sky that hovers above us holding clouds that serve purpose to embellish or destroy waiting for the wind to mould us into strange shapes tugging at others’ curiosity not knowing what we are or where we’re going. III. Muffled speech, blinding weather in his eyes, today we are not raining together drop by drop He falls and changes, beauty into anger, I await on a lonely ground to catch him. IV. We exist in all shades, unpredictable, beautiful, converging into one another calming the anxious souls that we transport to the heavens above. V. I watch the sun and moon alternate, natural occurrences, I notice just like the thoughts that feel like clouds in my head when my heart reminds me of him at an ungodly time of night striking me like lightening, thunder echoing between these ears that long for the voice of an angel instead.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Clouds
Let me trade in my smile for fangs And my feminine fingers for paws. Let me trade in my manicured nails for claws And my curly locks for silver fur. Let me trade my heart shaped mouth for a long snout And the freckles on my nose for whiskers. Let me trade my curves for a round, bushy tail And my clumsiness for strength and agility. Let me trade my tears for whimpers and barks And my voice for howls in the night. Let me trade my dinner reservations for hunting down a moose And my poor senses for keen ears and a nose. Let me trade my soul for a different one And become a friend to the moon. Let me live my life as a wolf And all that it encompasses. Let me symbolize the dawn and the dusk And let me symbolize the converging of light and darkness. Because that is wolf, And that is what I see, when I look in the mirror.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Wolf
Don't ever ask me what am I, an ancient story of a battle lost to remain in the realm of the sublime, unmitigated grief that visits, again and again, reminding the journey of pain though galaxies, far of yore to the days of present. In a moments of desperation I discover  the bard,it could be rather told thus, he meets me at last, as was his wont Bard, celestial lover, before my eyes you appear thus: I see you holding in your hands a magic lyre, so rare. that goes on strumming non- stop, to bring birds, the tunes, that lives in far parts of the universe,even unknown  to most, they do vary,have colored feathers;memories living in different layers of my consciousness,always buzzing like a beehive. I am the single, magic , potent, word, a mantra that in it's kernel carries the , seeds of eternal, "I am that" I hear the speakings of the words,that brings to life experiences of different kinds,on their beaks some one carries ripe fruits, the result of long days of sweat and tears. Each fruit has a flavor distinct,each word carries a seed that will grow to be a mighty tree,many birds would roost. Bard you are a wonder,tying past and future with one string of a lyre converging in the heart beat of the ebullient present, you easily transcend the three, and every other dimension of time that mingles in your heady brew,unrivaled it stands.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Only the songs of a solitary bard
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning. Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time, Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be. Between the new Hembidae and us who are dying, already There rises a barrier across which no voice can ever carry, For devils are unmaking language. We must let that alone forever. Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future, And trusting to no future, receive the massive ****** And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all.
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Re-adjustment
Orange skylines with Copper inconsistencies, Cobbled pavements Converging, at odd angles, Stepped on By fairytale homes And tourist feet, Almost, just almost, Drowning out the violins And the voices, Almost making me forget That Europe isn’t home, Somehow.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Untitled
I saw two lines running beside each other on a converging course. To avoid conjoining before the proper time had come, I sought to make them parallel; but now it feels like they are moving in opposite directions and I don't know what to do.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Parallel
Crimson maple buds magically pucker under brightening skies Lenten rose reluctantly unfolds absolving the shadowed snow, stemming the wintertide Spring's impending bloom mystically stirs the delicate human heart   soothing from outside its sheltering shell A converging pleasantness of a sunshine sown awakening cleanses each morning breath drawn to sate an urgent restrained longing The wilderness carpet comes alive with a burgeoning salient sweetness drawing out a glimmer of gladness from stale suffocating darkness’ wallowing in the winter ennui Another kind of poignant balm sinks from the tall mountain willow tree touching the sprouting blue sky Furry fragrant catkins blossom sweetly like the remnants of a love once known softly brushing against a fading memory of unerasable stains begrudgingly beget Like fawning flowers falling fallow in a passing season’s pollination breeze Manipulating frayed heartstrings, unhealed as the deer peeled scars and rubbed bark of a mountain willow, scarred  from another season past Some protective shell ― never grows back when benign heartwood is brought to light harlon rivers ... Spring 2018
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
Spring Mountain Willow
solidarity of man forces of will converging together in awesome power loudly, creating a ruckus and smashing the windows of souls solidarity of man cheerful exclamations for another's achievement however so small yet so largely celebrated in glee solidarity of man tears of camaraderie fall to our knees raindrops mix with sunshine and God reveals promises sometimes the world needs to crumble and crack to reveal the solidarity of man
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
the solidarity of man
The time’s may have changed, days aged our bodies but you are still wholly yourself, only more magnanimously magical, which says something, because your oeuvre was such already. An aged wine of light shining like sacred grapes made of quartz in the field’s center. I remember when you guided me to the fox. I can still remember when you were sprouting— sacred knowledge to me in the back of the school bus. But now… dots are connecting, I’m remembering my fire ether name. Your knowledge had pollinated me— sure took time to take root, and ferment, but now it is a very good year. It’s time to uncork! A party army awaits, clad in such an iridescent armor armed only with <3 - shaped fire on torches, ready to burn down rotten rickety aged bridges built of dead green ink-stained wood, all converging on a barren cliff so we may ignite skies and shine in darkness.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
To Julia, & Her Family: Reconnecting to the Source
Prolong the journey to happiness revisit the memories of converging paths sighted images is what made these last but we cannot be sure it is for long Hear the woman echo the cry of love and joy praising a man's piece the romance is their buoy Faintly, I felt her touch at our last goodbye unaware of anything around us but sheer sorrow our eyes met and spark adjoined our lips touched, raising an alarm in my heart Promote the fantasies of malady her deep dark secrets keep me near of unspoken dreams, my lips are sealed Along with her fingertips, dastardly teasing with suffice her strawberry scented hair straight though sordid. I still long for her touch, even now.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Secret Love
Merging the surges. Converging the urges. Surveying and delaying. A brutally soft touch. A swift tug. Scramble to the rug. Hop, twirl, stamp. Intrinsic epidemics. Employing harsh thoughts. Enjoying warm laughs. Instant confusion. Undeliberate actions. Sub-consciencely projected. Magnified emotions. Disrespectful conclusions. Foundations laid, entrusted. Irrigation failed, erupted. Defied by fate.
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 8:34 AM UTC
Defiance
Joe wants to know how'm I doing? an innocuous query, little can he know, bye bye is my merry, marooned on a skerry, noxious fumes in the aerie, currently inhabiting  my foreheady, worry waves, rolling thunderous tides, have myself beside thus the answer to your toll, something bad, on me, got a hold Joe, life is, more than a tad concerting concerting? surely you meant converging, or perhaps, concatenating, or concaving? discombobulating, or more likely, plain ole disconcerting? indeed, all of the above, fit like a glove, but best combinated in steaming mug of concerting "to contrive or arrange by agreement: to plan; devise" the world is secret contriving, the world is secret devising, a plan for my demising, forces are concerting re me... most concerning, as trends converging, concave hollow chains clinking, a concatenating chorus voicing their displeasure, at my happy existence, which now gone, its loss, wept for, in great measure life dissing me, in a manner concerting and dis-concerting, my composure, decomposing, the ides of depression, hip hop discombob- (undu)lating throb but then again, what's in a word, what's in a rhyme, jes that old timey R&B;, rhyming and blues, of a verbal kind so, Joe, how'm I doing? now that you are knowing, as men of distinguished letters, students of history, part time poets, Your Reply must only be: "Oh no, Natty, say it ain't so"
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
R&B: Joe wants to know
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement, impingement, Impact, contact With surfaces of the sounds Or surfaces without the sounds: Diagrams, skeletal, strange? Is it winds curling round invisible corners? Polyphony of perfumes? Antennae discovering an axis, erecting the architecture of a world? Is it orchestration of the finger-tips, graph of a fugue: Scaffold for colours: colour itself being god?
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To Be Blind
The soft edges of femininity, Round, ******* complements, Heels, ***** of the feet, sockets, Soft eyes, soft hearts, soft hands Tinkering, thanking, crossing, legs. Girlhood is enclosed in a silver box With mute pastels and a heavy soundtrack of strings, Strings which bifurcate, dissect, divulge, Horrors, bells, instruments and lush melodies. Girlhood smells of iron, hot animals, heaving, Converging, pin ****** the sharp alacrity of Knowing. Eyes are wet, armpits go black , round edges Protrude into a potbelly, grow and stagnate, expand and collapse.
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
The soft edges of femininity
Rather I did, once. No longer. We were magnetic, tectonic. Constantly and consistently converging. Unfolding. Seamlessly (it would seem) arranged on Memory's golden stage. But today, tomorrow, Where moves are flimsy and unsure Lines drop from lips in silence, Unraveling like gauze, As we both wait for alarums that cannot sound. I feel anesthetized, don't I? I— And the curtain will be merciful. A breath of disdain perhaps, disastrous. Your touch is autumn. I eclipse the sun, suffocate you from it. Take your warmth. Leave you colder than Ophelia And bloodier than Brutus. My inadequacy was once your balm, A catechism to ensure another world That we both know isn't sound. The very least you can do is become like Icarus Who was beautiful in his fall And silent at his end.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
The Allusion
A LIFE TORN APART When I first peeped into the world, I deemed it fit for the growth of my miniature. When I peeped again, I trembled with disbelieving eyes at the emergent live labyrinth that stood staring; but then, can an opinion change an existence? Maybe, just maybe As our mother packed and left, our father drove away. We remained hidden in desolate souls. We were striked with a giant of a being called sustenance, which dwelt in providence. Sincerely our begetters ought to have thought of our brilliant futures. We deserved a life, to run the race towards academic heights Just the other day I overheard, my hemophilic father tying the famous knot with a fellow MAN. Then I thought, what would become of my ego? Would I walk with MY head held high facing other heterosexually raised colleagues? Would I even get the strength to chase after the big price? I think not As I grew up, I hoped for an illuminated course. Now I walk in converging paths. After my fore-bearers kicked their ***** apart, I sobbed after my dressed mother, they say. But who could have thought that I would turn into a walking stone? Walking through streets in search of well-wishers, I wished my parents had held onto their existence. She blamed it on lewdness while he held it all upon the mistake of an early pregnancy. Was I born unwanted? Was I smuggled into this existence? I cease to think about it. As a student, I thought my father’s charm the way to go. As a child, my mother’s “generosity” to male neighbors elated me. Now as a parent to be I think, what would my apprehended seed think of my responsibilities? Will I be faced by delinquency? I thought the rod could do a lot to effect change. It never did on me. Maybe I ought to mind the examples that I was given not. With my Progenitor bidden by the feared misfortune, I still sink in the memories of my father, taken away by the same old grabber, HIV/AIDS. How I hate you HIV….I beseech thee to move away from me. I promise my dear life; that I will always run against the traffic. I will ensure I entangle myself not, in a creased heart and walk with head held high. With the hope of giving my bairm, the kind of life that I always wanted
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
A LIFE TORN APART
A LIFE TORN APART When I first peeped into the world, I deemed it fit for the growth of my miniature. When I peeped again, I trembled with disbelieving eyes at the emergent live labyrinth that stood staring; but then, can an opinion change an existence? Maybe, just maybe As our mother packed and left, our father drove away. We remained hidden in desolate souls. We were striked with a giant of a being called sustenance, which dwelt in providence. Sincerely our begetters ought to have thought of our brilliant futures. We deserved a life, to run the race towards academic heights Just the other day I overheard, my hemophilic father tying the famous knot with a fellow MAN. Then I thought, what would become of my ego? Would I walk with MY head held high facing other heterosexually raised colleagues? Would I even get the strength to chase after the big price? I think not As I grew up, I hoped for an illuminated course. Now I walk in converging paths. After my fore-bearers kicked their ***** apart, I sobbed after my dressed mother, they say. But who could have thought that I would turn into a walking stone? Walking through streets in search of well-wishers, I wished my parents had held onto their existence. She blamed it on lewdness while he held it all upon the mistake of an early pregnancy. Was I born unwanted? Was I smuggled into this existence? I cease to think about it. As a student, I thought my father’s charm the way to go. As a child, my mother’s “generosity” to male neighbors elated me. Now as a parent to be I think, what would my apprehended seed think of my responsibilities? Will I be faced by delinquency? I thought the rod could do a lot to effect change. It never did on me. Maybe I ought to mind the examples that I was given not. With my Progenitor bidden by the feared misfortune, I still sink in the memories of my father, taken away by the same old grabber, HIV/AIDS. How I hate you HIV….I beseech thee to move away from me. I promise my dear life; that I will always run against the traffic. I will ensure I entangle myself not, in a creased heart and walk with head held high. With the hope of giving my bairm, the kind of life that I always wanted
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two-faced escaping reality heading towards the moon. embracing the stars converging in the sun, she rides upon the back of a unicorn. slowly drifting away in a world of acid dreams.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
shes a gemini at heart
Like rivulets of rain on a window Conjoining into pools on the sill, Or like lines of cement between housebricks Converging at corners, These two families, separated by an aisle, At the point between two softly shaking hands Are colliding. We of the confetti and white roses, We of the jewellery and pressed trousers, We of the suppressed tears and aching smiles Are considering The beauty of a moment when gold envelops finger: The signal that an uncertain journey through love Is concluding.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
A Wedding
Funny how life happens No rules, no plans at all just endless days of chaos sitting staring at the wall and then right out of nowhere a spark begins to flame a meeting, small distraction but, i won't forget your name I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end Time goes by as always Lives go on, in different ways We're still actors going nowhere on different stages, different plays One night stands behind us Wondering just who they were With no hope for a future Leaving early, less they stir I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end a lightning bolt from nowhere like quicksilver on sheet steel we connected from a distance And this I know is real Plans, and yes, a future Silent thought in both our minds Not the same yet, but converging We both have to read the signs I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end We get close, and that is scary We try to push the other back We don't know how to show affection It's a skill we both must lack But, I swear I'm going nowhere and nowhere's somewhere new But, I swear to god that somewhere Is just nowhere without you I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
In it for the long haul
Funny how life happens No rules, no plans at all just endless days of chaos sitting staring at the wall and then right out of nowhere a spark begins to flame a meeting, small distraction but, i won't forget your name I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end Time goes by as always Lives go on, in different ways We're still actors going nowhere on different stages, different plays One night stands behind us Wondering just who they were With no hope for a future Leaving early, less they stir I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end a lightning bolt from nowhere like quicksilver on sheet steel we connected from a distance And this I know is real Plans, and yes, a future Silent thought in both our minds Not the same yet, but converging We both have to read the signs I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end We get close, and that is scary We try to push the other back We don't know how to show affection It's a skill we both must lack But, I swear I'm going nowhere and nowhere's somewhere new But, I swear to god that somewhere Is just nowhere without you I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end I'm in this for the long haul Now that you're more than just my friend I'm in this for the long haul You drive me round the bend I'm in this for the long haul I'm in this till the end
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