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eye asked for truth, i gave you practice.
sorry says me, rules row ways.
both but better being without seeing.
double stand up comics contain certian treasures.
earning earing hearing learning; nopes still dopes.
crew on ropes, me myself and lungs.
latter mad hatter, hate fear or wafer?
which would be safer, me shell bout
seems so sparingly with out merry meant
just press the red button.
if only it was that simple.
trust burns rust away from the day.
lost but where’s cost versus tears?
years build in groups, troops pass my counting ears;
time told you before not many but plenty.
ante up, fill cup as you pass.
Karma or kindness reminds may be me someday.
who knows, owl goes quicker if thicker,
strip away regret and remorse,
or another discourse on truth,
the potential for another Babe Ruth,
heros deserve space.
lies, wishes, new dishes
plates gates, holding and lacking water.
hotter not harder, smart with a dart
in the air, care, bare witness to my wit less
in tent, for rent, i’ll never see success.
just guess my ambition, without contriction.
subtracting devices led by vices,
unstopable, yet talkable without a sense of wrong.
i love it all.ode to drunk guy that thought J was dave matthews +
is that dave matthews?
did he really say that?
hope he doesn’t stay and chat
no redemption; nonepardon my card i gain, no release or cease to flow so go,
joe in cup, black no attack,
unless you guess my alterd suck sess, diss dress, or this stress; my mess.
singing booth bar graded out of times wins within my skin.be lime, not sub
bye time, lot ruboff sloop, dope? nope
poor tray delay loop, scoop?
Mr. Cooped up, shut;
doors, coors, sores, open lores?
mars roaming, cloning, snoring reality
causing plurality, word out of position in substitution
power under radar, never no or say her
name tame blame the dame or damsel, minor to major,
never had been a lad, northern like alaska;
together but so seperate, desparate.world tour weak end
the pain won’t go away.
it’s cheesy to say, but truth today.
my desicions lack precisions
play bouncy ball wish fun for all;
however slow, my mind stays low,
look for fate, search second rate,
‘never look back in moment, but possible can’t it be,
seems, dreams, and lone lee jeans,
tore from lack of use,
fused in cotton, probably rotten,
like my life, never thought i’d desire wife,
really don’t, but never won’t, smile bolt.
a holding pattern of companionship would be nice.
cuddle core without the bore in store
for me, you see, alone and grown
phone, known, wished rewind to find
then what now showed pow;
bucket in the face, still i’ll always chase.
motion used to equal fun, now time to presious, jest us.
wish, broken record of my can’t sleep, just weep
insides, unhinds, no mind me, but see yourself soon.fools day
place table manners aside
along without hope of ride.
hidden in send meants,
rather hints.so be merry in mist mellowed visits.
show sometimes, other sights seem so simple.
counting to one, seventy times.
worst still something.
nothing not neither.
written still smitten.always on
nearly goneAct I
My twin;
Where do you end
And I begin?
My heart has not been
As corrupt since
Has yet to close its curtains
To paying customers who blend
Into their seats
Seldom faulters on lines
Masquerading its colours
Or forgeting to let its character breathe
As of yet to be as absurd
As to ask the understudy to bleat
Words complete, after the first act
While standing three feet away
Mouthing the same streaks
Practicing to conjure the director’s deceit
She has yet to weep
While the masses are waitingAct II
Bloody make-up
Made up most of my day
A monster, I play
The mask too tight
The eyes like to wander
Underneath this disguise
I swing the serial knife–and utter
It is only a spade
Cyanide caked with lemon-aid
As the spotlight grinds
The girth drops its mirth
And barely opens its gateThree-Ring Circus
Like a classical pianist
In a Three-Ring circus
Can I sing in Falsetto? No.
Can I put my finger on it–
one note?
To embellish
Or not to embellish
To house a theme finish
In lento-diminuendo
Cannot be Goldberg
Cannot be improvisational
Silence has an edge
Starts on a quarter half-note
Downbeat, on the piano top
The tiger roars
The strings stutter
Foot on reverb
Fills the gutter
Accent on 6/8 time
Switches to minor
It’s not over
‘Til the seal with the red ball spins…spins
wish alcohol lead me hear
words without knowing
see shows without going.followed bye with high
stakes seem a bit dry
during disscussion time.spent a year, almost.
found a tear, true.
lost learning, still yearning.a jump i will make,
a chance i will take.
wake up world, it’s cold inside.eye cracked and chose the few.
i cracked and followed hue.
sailing wailing so much mailing.
waiting wanting wishing missing.
energy engages, quiting or quieting?
sitting still, retreating to form funtion follows.
my daze with haze alters every phase.I love this one by R. M. Rilke…
You who never arrived
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening…Balanced, eye,
Middle mind
The scenery borrows a compliment,
Sends a round of heaven’s scent
Never too far to fall, do I?
Mostly wish–more so, comply
Do I?ice cream would never be mean
but you seem to have my number;
floating fast to the perfect last
words never heard although repeated.knowing but not rewinding,
fine for surface below no glow.go go gadget life…
Little Bean
Royal rose
Rosy dreams
Awoke calamity
Never say die
Sophomore words
Seperate me
A foolproof sentence
To proofread
I wanted you
Don’t you see?
I took you
To sea
And then
You took me
To envision
A plea on
Your moon dune
Hourglass melee
It’s alright
It’s alright
Little beanHaunted Heretic
Slips into the abyss
Pristine pastiche
Chapel rote
Liturgies
Masthead ghost
FatherSon arose
Pretty prickly rose
Dove
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