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Build a house to live in,
To breathe in the air you need,
Build a life to lead then,
Ask yourself, what's it worth
Before you die,
Before you die,

Build a love to sleep in,
To fill the hole you're deep in,
Let it grow baby grow till it's 20 feet tall,
Watch it all fall down, all fall down,

The clouds are following,
The souls searching for the sun,
They say we're the hopeless,
But we are not the only ones,
And I could sing until the rain,
Comes and drowns the screaming out,
The broken words the stapled mouth,
Makes you wonder what it's all about,

This is everything you've ever wanted,
Is it not though?

(I take it back I do, you would too, if you ever felt the way I do.)

Ain't this everything you've ever dreamed for?
Must be nice right?

(I didn't think this through, neither did you, I can tell you feel the way I do.)

Misery, Misery, I bet you never thought it'd be thought it'd be.
happening to you and me you and me now you're thinking stupid me, stupid me
Oh Oh

Destroy the hand that feeds you,
Reject the help you need,
Pass the blade that reaps you,
Just so you can tell yourself,
That all I need is me, me, me,

Hate the heart that loves you,
Break the arms that throws themselves
around you waist convince yourself that you're a waste
of time and space and then you'll see,
How free you'll be

This is everything you've ever wanted
Is it not though?

(I take it back I do, you would too, if you ever felt the way I do.)

Ain't this everything you've ever dreamed for?
Must be nice right?

(I didn't think this through, neither did you, I can tell you feel the way I do.)

Misery Misery I bet you never thought it'd be thought it'd be
happening to you and me you and me now you're thinking stupid me, stupid me
Oh Oh

You never let it go, Yeah, you never did.
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Tyler Cobain
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
Cross legged I sit
Swallowing stables to repair my inner self

Am I to be martyred?

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I'm in a panic, my heart's edging its final fit
Cross legged I sit
With a scissors I cut off my rough edges

Am I to be martyred?

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
In my head I feel this is it
Using a ruler to guide my knife
Blood falls like a liquid hour glass ending my life

I can't be who I have to be
My aspirations far outweigh my ability
My motivation is hindered by my stupidity

I'm sick of the annual near life experience

Depression is the zeitgeist of our generation

Correct me if I'm wrong

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I try to hot clue my memories
The fondest, I fear, aren't even true

I feel like I'm being eaten alive
I'm a lobster in a *** slowly being boiled
My claws are being torn from me
My very soul being soiled
My heart is still beating
My legs are being ripped from my rife carcass
I cry louder than I ever thought possible
Still breathing I am in gross darkness
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
My tail is ripped from me
I wish I could plea
But I'm just one
I'm just me

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
But I will share
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Brandon
Browsing
 Jul 2014 Zak Krug
Brandon
There's
           so
     much
                       *****
        in
    my
                 mouth
right
     now.
 Mar 2014 Zak Krug
r
His dog died,
and that’s all there was to it.
Except it wasn’t.
Those words in between,
the missing of a friend,
the times relived;  companion
dog that did him in.  Joyful.
Bit his heart and made him write
such words so right,
that I went home
and kissed my dog
and played with her in the garden.
And we both lay down in the dirt,
and will again tonight, and every night.
Until she sleeps.  And I with Daisy.
All because his dog died.

r ~ 18Mar14
On Pablo Neruda's "A Dog Has Died", Poetry Magazine, February 1999.
 Mar 2014 Zak Krug
Veena Aneev
When I see a person laugh...

smiling from ear to ear

hands on their chest

and tears in their eyes

while gasping for breath

I think it's *fake
Suddenly his shadow creeps on me
The tiptoeing man a new recruit
Walks with the tray of glasses of tea
There couldn’t be a man more mute!

The most conspicuously inconspicuous
He walks the office hall as in a trance
On a mission of filling and refilling glass
Seeing therein his salvation’s chance!

He moves around in a rigid detachment
Never hurrying and looking never eager
Except when he asks if you need sugar
All the day he repeats this one statement!

About him my envy I would now confide
Ill paid though he has taken life into stride
Lies unlocked in his breast the one mystery
One wealth to which he has found the key!
Love seen love and saw love.
All because love knew love was watching.
Love touched love and kissed love.
All because love was apparent in the room.

Love went to sleep.
Love woke up very please.
Cause love was shared between us two.

Love stays, where love is welcome?

Sure , love can be sickening.
And very particular to who it will accept?
But concerning us only.
Love knew love because love kissed love.
And it been that way since the beginning.

Yes, our love has an happy ending.
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