Random Musings Part III. Friday Night 1 pot of puer tea Nighttime Wired Feeling the consecrated glory of late nights sipping a coke eating cheap noodles and writing poetry Friday Night Thank youRandom Musings Part II
You were always good to me. As the noise comes through the stereo My fingers move over the keys
of my writing machine. Like they fret a guitar, or play a piano I make music on the page Clumsy chords, and trite words Same thing to me Don’t care who likes it I like it.
II. Saw That was Then Danced my heart out This poe
Manic Nights3:30 AM The moon, cut, bleeds moonlight onto my bed Thoughts rush through my mind Rush like… Rush like water under a bridge after a heavy rainfall Flooding the valley with regrets and pride Filling my mind With euphoria, and constant mental chattering That river crashes through the valley Leaving only trunks where trees once stood SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I tell my mind It fails to listen.Manic Nights
Sleep is not coming easily tonight.
The Curse of no curseDaily deathtoll grows; Saddened, stripped, and stolen We sat alone; Fearing for our lives from the fearful fog of war; We had no choice but to sell out Sell Out? Sell out the anathema that was our morals Cursed and set aside. Never to be picked up again Save by a toddler, mistaking the morals for a toy He will receive the curse of the greatest blessing The guilt, and the pain of the curse Salvation just might save you from torment later But it sure isn’t doing it now “I’ll burn later, but at least I’m free now!” he shouted Shaking his fist atThe Curse of no curse
After Hapiness DiedSpinningAfter Hapiness Died
This lifeless earth Propelled by the afterburner of civilization They once were living wild, free but now they inhabit boxes and every day they go from the box they sleep in to the box they work in and from there to the box they drive in Where are the trees? Where is the freedom of the primordial world? It is like a butterfly that returns to its cocoon a girl who sleeps on the moon only to wake aflame in the sun I would change things
but he box is cool in the summer, warm in the winter and I don’t worry about being eaten so I think
Working on an uber poem
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-Iris...aka Sarah
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I want to feel your arms around me,
Protection in the darkness of the night.
You keep away my fears,
And I love you with all my might.
Why won't you love me back?
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"Give away the stone,
Let the waters kiss and transmutate
These leaden grudges into gold."
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