"playback" poems
“Moby **** Herman Melville
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~for the lost at sea~
after a year of saltwater absence and abstinence,
return to the island caught between two land forks
surrounded by river-heading flows
bound for the ocean great joining
the Atlantic welcomes the fresh water fools,
bringing with them hopefully, but hopeless gifts of obeisances,
peace-offerings endeavoring to keep their infinite souls
sea accepts them then drowns the
warm newcomers in the unaccustomed
deep cold salinity, which
sometimes erodes
sometimes preserving
their former freshwater cold originality
I’m called to depart my beach shoreline unarmed,
no kayak, sunfish or glass bottomed boat needed,
walk on water and my toes, ten eyes to see the bottom,
no depth perception limitation,
reading the floor’s topography,
millions of minion’s stories infinite,
many Munch screaming
god’s foot, heavy upon my shoulders,
a daytime travel guide, hired for me,
not a friendly travel companion, nope,
God a pusher showing off a drug called deep water salvation,
designated for the masses, can handle large parties
my in-camera brain eyes,
record everything for playback -
the lost and unburied, bone crossword puzzles
walk shore to ship, on soles to souls,
is this my new-summer nature welcome back greeting?
puzzled at the awesomeness of vastness,
conclude this clarification for me of the occluded-deep,
is a stern reminder of my insignificant existence,
my requirement to walk humbly, spare my sin of vanity, and
forgive my trespasses upon the lives of others
perhaps then the infinite of my soul perchance restored,
older visions clarified and future poems
will write themselves
and sea to it my predecessors
be better remembered
Memorial Day 2018
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you
I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
On constant playback every second deep within my brain
I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
Another pill, another high, another date to keep
If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Small town,
starry night,
the playback of old times on vinyl,
small town had our dreams,
osiers standing silently,
along the causeway,
seeing shadows of days gone by,
against the wind,
memories of the small town,
bright and luminous like pearls,
small town has changed,
dreamers no longer dreaming,
laughter and tears demised,
and became our own treasures,
walking in this city,
you can go back to a lot of places,
but you can’t ever go back,
to the days of yore,
of the small town.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Veasna Ta Kvak recording
playback
over Chinatown cafe again
while recounting recent events
to journal pages
muddled from frequent
exchanges bag to bag
(Been to Taipei airport, Bali, Vancouver, most
recently)
blind fate
blind fate
shower me with Indian daisies
and photographs of Railway
New Delhi!
Hanoi Old Quarter/
Vietnam monsoon/
evening on balcony/
Darjeeling water boiled
and filtered anti-malaria
golden drink for honeylungs and
spring-soul morningtide
under moonlight canopy
of Avalokiteśvara
the fruitful
Bodhisattva!
English lessons
and future
hourless
comely chimera
in sleep phenomenon
Benares phantasmagoria YELLOW
(near Mata Anandamai Ghat)
speaking to Aghori
prophecy
Kala Bhairava
FIERCE ILLUSORY APOCALYPSE FAMILIAR
WHERE IS YOUR NOOSE?
the Ganges is full of lice and flowers
candlewax melted into holy water
sickness
equal to
harmony & jubilant
eyeclose and mouthcurl.
The future mysteries in
Mexico City poorboy
$2 mystic orb jade green
reflective underneath
dirt now in North American
bottom white four floor house
basement suite coffee table.
Visions indivisible
from the Viridian roundly haze
but surefire in their accuracy
I'm absolute
and universally formed
for the next few cacophonous
decades!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Seven lyre birds sang each in turn a tune
doing their tonal best to hone
the reproductive skills akin to a master
in the art of Japanese calligraphy
but all failed distracted by the majesty
of a high-definition sunset on playback in perpetuity.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
I can't think straight
This too long wait
Is too much to handle
I've walked for hours
Thinking only of you
Talking to the moon as if it was you
Feeling so empty
I can feel my blood harden
The hate you teach
Is beneath me, so fall in line
Start the fight that you won't win
I'd rage till you understand
I'm the monster in the moonlight shadows
You created from within your straightjacket
Bury your sins in these ruby eyes
Drink the dripping filth from sharpened teeth
Let me show you what you taught me
So I'll lie to you
Break your soul in two
Put your dreams beneath my feet and crush them like insects
I'll pretend to love, I'll show you hope
And when you least expect
I'll abandon you, like you did in the end
I've loved and lost
Yet lost it all when I loved you the most
So try to smile now
Feel your statue face crack
As the corners of your lips curl
Find the hope I leave you with
The only teddy bear for comfort
I'll feel alive as your wrist bleed
So close your eyes
Forever forget
Haunted, hollow, and hopeless
You're dead inside
I know you're no good
But yet, I still think of you
And distance tore us both apart
An ending we both should've seen
As now I can only hold you, when you enter my dreams
I just hope you can forgive
When I say I can't
I walked these hours knowing the pain
I'm hiding in the shadows
Running to the only place
We both called home
And even though it bears the title "Home"
Without you here, it feels so unknown
A vacant castle
Haunted by the ghostly scent
Of your intoxicating perfume
A shadow less feature
Bearing no common ground
The memories scorched in the walls
Playback when I walk by
And I remember
All the times I wanted to die
I've walked these walls
Hoping to find you in the picture frames
Yet you were worth more
Than the thousand words a picture held
So I'll scream into the winds
Hoping they'll carry my last message to you
Come home
The message of home echoes on
And every night I lie awake
In the hope that you'll return to me
But that hope faded fast
As day after day wore on
I couldn't take it anymore
Counting the seconds like hours
When you came home finally
You weren't met by a smile
Or teary eyes of ****** joy
But simply a rotting affection riddled corpse
Hanging from the chandelier you hated so much
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom
gusto groblje-guste misli:
dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati. popije samar i sok.
na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.
preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi.
zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce...
ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve.
dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa.
masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom....
aman, idi uci.
bolje ces se osecati.
kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu.
makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes.
na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku.
trebas psa izvesti.
sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni.
rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Now I'm not asking to change the past,
just a simple playback option.
Something where I could watch again,
as parts of my life unfold.
All the good times that made my heart swell,
and even the bad times where I felt defeated.
Any moments with you would suffice,
because those were the ones I enjoyed most.
And when the credits roll,
I don't want to leave alone.
I want to look over and see you beside me,
knowing that's how things will stay.
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
the bubbles disappear further above me
as the last evidence of sunlight dims
i think i tried to call for you but
my mouth filled with salt water and
the taste of reckless abandonment
in desperation i stopped living in reality
my memories but a playback of just moments ago
we had been strolling through gardens
the concrete paths carved with coded symbols
i suppose i had been smiling but
the image is fading fast
but you;
i have never recalled the slightest curl
of your perfect lips ever since the day i found you
you had been with her in the corners of a tower
and her lust-filled moans pierced my soul
but it was your intoxicated smile that burned me
a smile you'd never give me
the moon hung low in the abyss of the sky
casting guilty shadows on the light stone floor
and as i turned i knew you'd chase me
but with no trace of sincerity
i'd told you not to bother and you didn't try again
honestly, i was disappointed but
it's for the best
so as the earth rumbled and creaked and groaned
the paintings on the wall shifted and crashed
i had opened the windows to watch the sea
flood the endless prairies
turbulent storms whirled into revolutionary winds
but i'd kept my windows open
so as the waves closed over the last church turret
and the gardens submerged under
i felt the remnants of my essence smoke and burn
like the photographs had last night
and that was how our love became a myth
just like the way our city did
- - -
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
An Explanation With A Payback Worth A Playback
First off let me apologize for being me
Ya see I never really been all that good at intimacy Subconsciously I try to do things romantically
Just for you, cause you my flower that grew from the concrete
But consequently
I'm still selfish I can't help it
Doin' my best to be selfless but they still calling me helpless
It says "not worth it"
Where the name goes on my birth certificate
How's that for picture perfect
So.. how do I compare to the rest?
I'll do my best
To treat you like a princess
Also visualize you as a queen
And realize at times you'll need to spread your wings
All we do is live and die
So I do my best and try to materialize my
Dreams
I'll bleed before I cry
I fell from the sky
Cause I cut the puppet strings
With that said
Let's head to my or your bed
Or the kitchen table if that's what you want instead
Now let me see those lips pout
Arch your back and stick your *** out
Whether you been good or naughty
I'm gonna do what I do and wear out your body...
-J.A.M
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
i.
you see her for the first time & she will walk past you as if you are a crack in the wall & she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air, & when you can't sleep you'll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away & disappearing into the crowd of people.
ii.
she'll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath & when she hugs you, her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes & ears & a mouth that could give you away.
iii.
when she's curled up in your lap shaking with a mismatched heartbeat you'll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms, like the tornado in her mind finally hit her & knocked her off her feet.
iv.
in half-light she'll run her fingers over your arms like she's reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into a perfect metaphor, & you'll hear them playback in your mind at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
v.
you'll find a safe haven in rooftops & abandoned rooms where she'll set fire to your insides with hushed breathing between kisses planted perfectly on your lips & she'll make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
vi.
you'll stare her right in the eye & tell her that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a paradise you'll never forget.
// the six stages of falling in love with her.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
If you believe life has a way
Of telling you what it wants to say
Without having you ask or listen very hard
You may have unlocked its secrets, seen its cards
Because sometimes I find life will get what it wants you do to
But don’t get me wrong, it listens too
Wishes you may have wished hard and long
Has been distilled into its ear as a song
And sometimes its melody will playback to you
In ways you never expected it to
But hear it you will,
the lyrics now different but still
Fills your Soul
with the same familiar glow
And that’s when you know.
Life has a way
of telling you things that you hadn’t expected it to say
But things that are supposed to be at the end of the day.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Please re-read as I will be making changes to this poem over and over
I want to tell you something
I am a man who loves changes
Changes of everything
You will see me suggest
A change in every retrospect
This morning I was re-reading
my own HP site and I was impressed
by my choices and how I ended up
With 3 different reposts of "My Fears"
from 3 different poets
that I reposted without me knowing
It's amazing how I am amazed
of my choices and have read them
like as if I am choosing them again
Now hear out my new suggestion
To HP and if you do like
Please make your voice be heard
It goes as follows:
If you like to relive the poetry
and you like to re-read your choices
and you like to reread the poems
you chose before once more
and get surprised while reading them
as if you did not choose them before
Then, we either need a second love button! Or
we need to automate the love button
and every time we reread it knows
and the love gets even stronger
and somehow it grows
Another suggestion that hit me in the head while I was re-writing my poem
*"The new suggestion is to give a comeback wink
to the previous folks who just read my poem
and ping them of my new important fix
To invite them to re-taste the cake that I just re-cooked
Or the cooking does not get posted
Until I feel its real good
and I press the release button
Before I let it go like I should
And may be we need to check our poem button with people that we trust
Before we embarrass ourselves badly
with a poem that may bust"*
The problem with this is honesty
That we don't do it for just the fame
So for this I need your opinion to fix
my suggestion in playing the game
and make HP an even a better place
and enjoy it again and again!
Additional suggestions to HP:
* please fix the current suggestions which is still lit even when I fixed my suggested misspellings. .. Call it repair
* a suggestion button to HP in the menu
* a share with others button that can grow .. You can click and see who I shared it with ... it can also be private
* a playback button ... Reads out loud
* a favorite button .. Quickly adds it to your favorites
* a read later button
* by double clicking a word you can ping the poet for a misspelling or a suggestion of a new word or love that word
* a unite with another poet button
* Go Interactive button .. Others can re-write your poetry!
* a challenge button .. Encourage challenge with another poet
* a marry me button .. which starts with an enragement ring ..
*friends .. siblings and brothers and family button ... they have to accept you as a family member!
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
I don't know you
But you make me curious
I want under your skin
I want to get trapped inside your eyes
I don't know you
But I wish I could list off
All of your favorites
All of your dreams
All of your fears
One single glimpse
And a story of us unfolds
Inside my mind a playback of a possible life
But, I don't know you
I'm only curious
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
Enter the night
into that forbidden park..
We're sitting on swings;
With drunken hearts
We almost speak..
But I turn away.
Under the Moon,
There is also beauty..
In your energy
The way you stumble into me
We almost kiss..
Just keep it on the cheek
There's just something about you
I'll say it in the only way i know how to.. Oh let's put it into a poem..
And i know it's still dark out
But can we talk it out now?
Oh and i'll walk you home..
Tell me,
Who's gonna break my heart in two?
It could be them, or her.. Or even you
Who's gonna take me in to make me feel better,
To tell me it's dark now but won't stay stormy forever
let's just agree to stay this close now forever
cause i want it to be you..
The one who tapes my heart back together.
Let's talk about starlight
And Ed Sheerany lyrics
And how in the daytime
We can't be bothered for college
Let's talk about:
TV
KFC
LGBT
Let's just talk til I'm fine..
Who's gonna break my heart in two?
Sometimes i forget, that dear..
You are heartbroken too..
So who's gonna be there when the world falls apart right in front of us
Would you still answer the phone,
When everything we love's turning into rust
Oh can we both try,
To stop this heart breaking in two..
I'll always remember that night..
(17th December)
When this fragile heart met you.
I think you're wonderful
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
chasing tails at the party
gorging on what's on offer
the girls were so easy
it's like we shouldn't have bothered
*the guys at the party tried so hard
but it was easy to give it up
a six pack and shots of Tequilla
made us easy from the start*
driving down the 94
got the stereo on repeat
every nasty word of each song
beats a hollow path to my feet
*because my mouth is humming
and the playback is da tune
that keeps his feet tapping
wanting his **** just to swoon
and take me to the five and dime
where I think we first met
he let me lick his lollipop
oh how easy it was to forget*
Oh **** She be holding a piece
to the head of a stupid man
someone working for minimum wage
but I can totally understand
How come she be tripping me
while I be raging in my jeans
sitting tight in the parking lot
watching her in her Greed
but in my Gluttony
I be acting ten times the ****
waiting 'til she pulls the trigger
Wondering if that is all she got
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
*I want to see what makes you laugh
I want to see what makes you cry
I want to see deep inside your heart
And know the reason why
I want to see the time it takes
To get close to where you are
I want to see where love comes from
As we're held in each other's arms
I want to see our beginning
But I never want to see our end
I want to see it now
And I want to see it then
I want to see the sunshine
Reflect off your morning smile
I want to see it once
And then again a million times
I want to see all your desires
Mixed in with all your needs
I want to watch you sleep at night
So I can see inside your dreams
I want to see the playback
When all of this comes true
Then I want to see it rewound
And watch it all again with you*
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Do You?
Do you miss the way things were between us?
Do you flinch with every passing thought of me being with another person, just as I flinch when I think of you
Do you ache with pain knowing my hands, eyes, lips and mouth would adore the graciousness of another being?
Do you playback series of different scenarios in your head about what might have been if either of us acted differently?
Do you miss me telling you “I love you” as we both bid ourselves goodnight in hopes to be reunited once again at the break of dawn?
Do you wish me happiness and joy in all my endeavors but wish you are always there to celebrate with me?
Do you grow jealous of the other being I would newly grow to love and share devotion with?
I just want to know if you do, ‘cause I do.
And if you don't, I still won't blame you.
I know we both said our byes, but it'll be a long time before my heart bids you adieu.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Foot tapping on waiting room
Linoleum with the pace of test
Result nervousness.
Scent of mostly bad news
Layered on walls in dire need
Of paint and less tasteless
Decor.
Her name is a shot fired at
The shield surrounding her
Continous playback of worst
Case scenarios as her hand meets
That of the doctor
Whose eyes give less than
Nothing away.
Please sit down.
Sink like shards of shattered
Hearts, or float for decades in
Love with the worried man
Awaiting the same news with
Unsteady workman's hands
Around a ***** phone.
It vibrates, and the Doomsday
Clock in his chest skips ticks
And tocks, approaching a
Schrödinger's midnight or noon.
I'm in remission, she whispers.
Then nothing.
Nothing but two unison breaths
Carried across an umbilical
Cord connecting souls that just
Lost their full
Amount of
Weight.
This is Relief.
This is Sunrise;
Spring.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
people act as if
mirrors
reflecting every image
like a real life playback
from every breathing
living soul,
to every eyeball that rolls
casts back a ripple of emotions
sometimes mirrors
are emotionless,
dead pieces of glass
only showing pain
torture and agony
carried on
from day to day
locked in aching hearts
reflections are not who
we are
just glimpses of what
we can become
becoming allows us
to develop
and become one
with ourselves
unity gives us cause
and cause gives us purpose
without it
we cannot be balanced
(b.d.s.)
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
You said you needed to find yourself before you could be with someone else.
What kind of ******** is that?
That you knew exactly who you were and at the first sight of me
you lost yourself then found yourself in me.
Making me believe that I was your one and only
To then find out id be one and lonely.
Leaving rigid thoughts to never leave,
Imprints of your hands stay carved between my knees,
Left a void inside my chest
and the feeling of nothingness that lies between my *******
Missing the reflection of the sunlight’s rays that shined from your eyes
back into mine.
Tainted ticks sing from off my hour glass figure,
I was a waste of your time.
‘cause you wanted a blow
But I wanted to blow your mind,
Graffiti my name into your memory
Until I was all you could see
And you couldn’t breathe, needing me to stay alive.
Resting my head on the pillow known as tissue to my swollen eyes,
crushed.
Your ice cold words playback lines inside my head
that jam to themselves on the same beat as my heart
does.
Trying to find my truth,
Your truth,
And the REAL truth that separate my love from your lust.
Didn’t need you anyway ‘cause you were unworthy of us.
So all that’s left of you is hatred from a ball point pen
Crying through my paper.
Filling the empty spaces we were ’spose to fill together
Erasing doodles of your name written in my margins
Waiting for the next one so I can begin this process again.
Stored pages with words that will never truly have an end.
Maybe in another life we can try to make amends.
I’m simply wanting to be loved,
But not in bed.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:43 AM UTC
As I do list the highlights left of me
In twilight of my life through memoir's reel.
I find on playback still the eye does see;
Her face of fairest light so spins this wheel.
And smiles me back wherein my youth's alive
To gift again my fresher self her hold.
And whilst she glows, my vibrancy survive
Then length that I do live, shall still uphold.
Ah! When these bones are left amongst the dust
Instilled is she that deep my ghost will make -
The times of her; my center force's ******
And 'bout that force our times shall then remake.
Her timeless beauty; I do hold with all!
That she be here, and there when death shall call.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
Our first kiss was while we were young, wild and free.
Driving around in your car, singing along to your favorite songs.
Nights like this I think back to the sweet perfection of new love.
Watching the rain roll down the window like so many tears.
Things have changed so much but we stayed the same.
We could have been so much more.
You know you and I , we could have ruled the world.
We put everything to fire and keep it burning up.
Late night drinking in my mommas driveway.
Talking about the truth and how it's everything and everything is now.
I know you're sorry we couldn't be more then star-crossed lovers.
We stole our time together and we used it well.
Vivid playback of the best firsts I ever had.
Everything so natural even though my body shook like leaf in the wind.
So scared , we knew it wasn't meant to last.
Lightning strikes in the distance, crackling like a laughing old witch.
Off you drove into night, hoping things could go down without a stitch .
You always told me to go but you knew well you wanted me to stay.
You're upset and I don't know what next to say.
Old flames tend to burn things to the ground.
I am not sorry for my choices they served me well.
And one day I know you will say the same.
Nostalgia it's worn off and I am but an old lady telling a tale.
Rocking in my chair smiling at the memories and what you meant to me.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
You won't look at me anymore.
It hurts that you refuse to glance my way.
Your warmth, a running tap, it leaks and has
been drained at long last.
There is no future,
today has been lost among the dust and vases
of flowers that forlornly rest and adorn this
empty house.
Everyone offers me apologies as though it
is their fault you've gone.
Now I've got the past to look into.
Daydreams of memories playback
behind the eyelids I can no longer
bring to open.
The bed is long cold and the vacancy
you left cannot be filled and yet I still
lay beside the hole you've carved.
Touch my fingertips to the emptiness
as I trace a specter of a silhouette among
the darkness that the light and shadows
cast over your pillow.
I wish to sink in to it,
lay my weary head to rest.
You. I dream of you often.
We run in a valley in which stars grow
from the soil,
catch the feathery fluff of petal showers,
flowerbeds are made of sugar,
we swim in ponds of honey
and forever watch the marmalade dawn in
this timeless space of ours.
The night never arrives.
I wake bitterly with tears streaming down,
a waterfall.
Coffee does not taste the same at morning.
My cup sits silently and bleak
it goes cold and untouched.
Every day drags , it's impossible.
More often than not I think of that day,
as I sat in front of you in a crowded room
and you refused to open your eyes and see me.
Even if for one last time.
It was quiet, my mind was tired.
This silly suit I wore now I'll use to go and see you.
Make room for me in your casket,
I'll come and meet you soon.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC