i sit
the green of the sun
a bastion
a simple movement
ache and ryhme
and then
i whisper
to my goddess
the moon

she never answers
she walks across the sky
regardless of my inquisition
graceful in her oblivious
recanting
of my oblivion
of my saddest heart
of my sorrow
of my desires
of the twisting echos
of a song conjured
on tears and waves
until i sit
and wait
watching
for the green
of the
sun
to emerge
and remind
that all i am
is to
sit
a requiem
of notes
of silence
of white
on white
of black
on black
with grey
as a cat purring

my solitude.

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I always

wonder weather

in rain

or shine

if this message

gets through

to that
precious jewel,

falls before

the eyes

of beauty,

or rests

on that

crystaline skin,

a glistening

droplet

reflecting,

magnifying

the very essence

of

u

the intangible parade

of gorgeous flesh

and thought.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

just

when

i feel

the world

has betrayed

my senses

and

i live

for naught more

than the

carriage of air,

a muse

muses,

and my

world

is

restored

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

one day

i will do

wot peeple

imagine

me capable of,

rather

than their

imagination propelling

the crimson transfer,

i may

at least

feel human

for an

hour.

y dont ya

come back

i feel like flyin

y dont ya come

back

i feel like diein

evrything

evrything evrything evrything

evrything evrything

i scream

so much

im hurtin

no one

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

my life is changing

in so many ways

i dont know who

to trust anymore

theres a shadow

running thru my days

like a beggar goin

from door to door

its all too disposable

my life

my freedom

my sense of self

and i wonder

as i sit amongst

the trees of thought

and ponder on freinds

that arent

on those that are

that nothing

is as i make it to be

the fictions

of a stoning

a wall pushed over my sins

and my sins

are a multitude

of never knowing

what i am

or have been

or could be until

i see them reflected backwards

in a frends smile

or tears

and i am that beggar

now moving from

house to house

locking into my own weaknesses

giving play to the frailties

that i wish would

melt into the ground,

that the strength

to wash away my petty traits

is no more present

than the strength

to accept wot is good within

and force it to the surface.

i feel nothing

and then feel the world crumble

on top of me

i open my hands

and try to breath

through my soul,

and find it nothing

but fire

and the embers

hardly bright

hardly perceptable

and i am alone

as i should be

for wot could want

this creature of

torment and pain,

this problematic

forago of

misnomers and lies

of death and kindness

and what i want

is to be swallowed by the sea

and given a second chance

to breathe

a while ago somewhere

i dont know when

i was watching a movie

with a frend i fell in love

with the actress

she was playing a part

i could understand

and the part

i could understand

was how temporal

how transient

how disposable

i am how little

i am

how minute

i feel

how nothing is

as i see

and all i see

is my lie

to myself

that i am

living.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

my head

is full

of the verb

hate

and its all

to do

with a black spot

on my lungs

which needs

filling

with sweet sweet smoke

but me brain sez no

and so

i hate

so my company is

not what

sensible peeple

would

crave

unlike i

craving

a cigar

a cigarello

a cigarette

a gun

to silence

the chirping

of little birds

and wonder

is

why

i am here at all

as there is

no god

only cognizance

and a mirror

to confirm.