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Spiral rhythm sky line
Rippling on repeat;
Treading time lapses
Found incomplete.
Surreal sonata...
Dance, dance the children do.
One a wish,
The other two come true.
Beautiful ignition;
When it cascades that horizon,
The explosion delights
In favored, awkward eyes.
Play on then, drifting
Like a firefly.

Was gone for a very long time.
I held myself to a prize,
But I lost it on the other side of life.

She looks like me,
She sings like me,
Trying to find her in the mirror;
Burn into that light again.

Blank pages never stopped this fire.
But I burned a hundred just
To stay warm at night.
And the long, late hours I admire,
But in the soft sunlight I am scared.

Because she looks like me,
And she sings so sweet,
And her eyes I meet inside the mirror;
Will I burn into the light again,
Or just burn out without a fight?

Was gone for a very long time.
I held myself to a prize,
And I'm coming back from
The other side of life.

I am simple.
I do not need much.
Good hearts, true vision,
And a warm place of my own.

I have measured this life,
And manifold it's a fucking mess.
But I navigate anyhow
Through the monotony of absence.

Do I dare disturb
What strange visions surround me?
Do I challenge all this
That has now found me, that's abound?

There is a sleeping spirit inside,
It lies in wait, it permeates from
My eyes, but I fight against it;
Too afraid to let it out and find me.

Because I'm grasping at what
Used to make me laugh, and
Stumbling faster against time and
Change, I've lost the meaning
Of almost everything.

But maybe time will sort me out...

Teetered on the perfect noose,
A dusty grave I did intend;
But followed me did my sore wound
Around like clouds, all the same.
Bet ya think I'd learn by now
About all the things that test
Your very best, your heart-
Any other part worth saving in the end.
There's this quiet lonely that
Surrounds me mostly. It's not so
Bad as you would think... Well
It's easy, anyway. Only I
Can't drive me crazy. Only I can
Keep me from another collapse.
But sometimes it is nice,
When I want some trouble,
But just a little. Hard to understand
The man I am sometimes.

I don't go to movies anymore.

But I'm optimistic I will one of
These days.

So you're passionate with no aim;
You've got a lot to talk about and
Learn from, but it's always the same.
You never bothered to understand
What is inside you, you take the long
Road out of town, that way it's simple:
Everyone rejected me.
Haven't you learned? It's all a mess.
The whole lot of it is shambles;
You have to fill your cup
With what's around you.
Any good given, take it. Any one note
Troubadour is welcome, so long as
It's promised that truth prevails.
My great fault is a lie.
I have paid for it a thousand times.
I accept it's full weight.
I only hope you can
Appreciate this awkward toss
Of fate.

Where the fuck were you
When I wasn't capable of
Sorting myself out?
You didn't carry it all, ever.
I stood before the tall,
Wooded banks and said
Let's go ahead. Let's try again.
Maybe it would have been sad,
And quite possibly dreadfully
Distant, but I guess I missed it;
Don't get it when you come home,
And say it's over.
Share that place with a stranger.
Make me run away against my will
Because some band-aid saves you
From yourself. I could have saved you.
If I can't help anyone else I'm doomed.
I don't care about me a minute.
Quite actually I bore me to death.
But now I'm left with this sad asshole;
What else can I do but be busy?
Everyday something to attend.
Somebody please fill my day,
Else I'm at Lake George looking for
The white duck in the fold,
And thinking how I feel like a
Little boy, lost in the abyss of what
Might be my final movement
In this slow sonata of my life.

If it weren't for the late nights
I'd be lost too deep in thought
About abrupt stops, big hits,
And the everlasting remembrance
Of almost love and truth.
All this change is hard to take.
All these different faces,
Meanings and places replayed.
Apparently I'm something valued...
Grasping differences abide themselves
While I reconcile bland differences
Between places; just the esoteric value
So very falsely created in vain.
I can change, I can change,
Can't do it the same.

So I pace around sometimes.
Yeah, I'm restless for a change.
Dammit, anything bigger than this
Would be just fine.
Am I so wrapped up in myself
That I can't see the beauty?
Shit, perhaps. Lazy and sloppy,
I resolve to now do what I please
And watch the fine wreck of me.

I cannot tell you of how many times
I have missed you this last year.
Some have been small; a scent that
Catches me right...a phrase I heard
You say once recited. My memory
Started to advertise you to me
Much more after we parted. Suddenly
I remember more places we've gone,
Things you've said, times I was wrong.
And it's this bit lately about worrying
That I wasn't much on my own
Without you to stop my tangents,
And without me to grapple your will
Against mine to see which would win.
And sometimes I wonder if what we
Thought was love was merely a few
Shades; that we will never know
The full spectrum of our color any
Longer with our us not us anymore?

Bound together, two misfits
In a spiral of existence,
Nowhere going, going anyhow,
The world before them restless.
So, the night breeds thoughts
Within, without a worry where
They'll end. Easy when you're
Two misfits simply being,
And there is no reason
To drive anywhere particular,
Heart and mind free.
And the one feels every appeal
Of pulse and rhythm spiral
And cascade down upturned
Ears; he knows that it is necessary.
And the words too, and where they
Turn and how they linger long
And crisp, it lends to closeness.
And a tender feeling lights
Upon his inner sanctity of reason,
Pre occupying momentary thought
When she explains her name
To translate "she sings".

3:46AM

To be human
Is the will to fall
And do it with grace.
We are not a race
That knows very much.
But uniquely feeling
Everything, we touch upon
The most sacred stuff.

Drop does the bass and
Movement everywhere around
Bright shining eyes, glowing
Beads and wet wood floors
Flooded in misused emotions.

Better be to bed now,
Since the best was spent
But went bust. Slow drive
Home alone and fine anyhow.
Transcend that emotion
Across the cosmic fugue
And tell me, will it echo?

Milk And Honey

Sweet and soft;
Tip of my tongue tranquil
Sliding cool down.
Feel the pulse,
That rhythm gets me
Heavy and needy;
Cool breeze thinking ahead,
And night is just another
Invitation to some magic.
Lost in this smooth mood.
Tender and crisp is the voice,
And when it goes slow,
When it cools down just so,
It's exactly like milk and honey.

I dig that beat,
Is it still beating?
In what inexplicable places
Do we find ourselves?

Do you see that bit
Of what you want inside
That mirror? Can you accept
That proud beauty devoid of pain?

Lapse, the time stops,
Rewinds, constrains my mind
So that my thoughts waver...
It is to be alone and wander.

But there's that beat sometimes...
I swear it sways me to and fro
And I am dizzy all too often by
It's power. Resist this blissful recount.

I am but a sorrow wakened.
This is embers elegant and stirred.
It is only desolation.
All of this might be absurd.

What makes you tick?
What's the heart of the matter?
Is it all just transcendental planes of existence or is there a balance in this chaos we embody?
So many avenues of thought and presence to operate upon; how does one sort the surreal from the same old shit?
Every glimpse of magic becomes distorted by every passing year alive.
Love is an illusion. Either that, or some grand experience none of us have felt yet.
Because it was almost love. Almost honest. Almost great in every way except first promised. Is it my personal error in not seeing the problems and addressing or forgiving, or is it that I've not yet felt thus?
So much drink and not a drop of satisfaction. So many faces and yet so alone.
So much music in vain and for no one in particular.
I think I've ignored my happiness to such extremes that I do not know where it would be any longer.

Lost in a sea of thirsty faces,
I'm resolute in my attempt
At a life where the first crack is
Mine to breach the night and
Sound awakening to every bit
Of heartfelt fiber I encompass.

BARTENDER

It's clock in,
Look around,
Frame my mind...
Warm up, nice and smooth,
Just two orders at a time.
It's "do this" and "that's the price",
To the new staff.
It's wave, wave, wave,
Burnin through the goddamn
Whiskey fast.
It's glares, it's snickers,
It's bros, it's tits,
It's, "can I see your ID please?",
It's double shot,
It's hi-ball, lowball,
"Do you have it?"
"You gotta get it."
"Make us four!"
Don't even get a please,
Ah, fuck it with polite.
Make it fast, get it right.
"Can you call me a cab?"
"Go outside!"
"I'm not serving you pal,
Leave the bar."

...

It's late. It's heavy.
It's wet hair and long pauses.
It's a damn fine cause.
It's open bottles, clinking glasses,
Surprises, chances,
Random acts of coalescing.
It's a last beer after a long sweep.
It's the company I keep.
It's just work.

How my days wind me down...
I could climb the social summit,
But there'd just be another peak ahead.
Whose got time to deal in that display?
I'd rather stay simple and sane.

No reply from a wayward thought.
A vision of smoothness
That I'm better off not
Finding alone to wrestle all
My thoughts;
It might cost much but it's lost.

The void to fill is my own.
Let the rest of this year be the
Continuance of a good challenge,
And see me win the rest of me back.
I had a place all my own;
I had a vision right from the start.

Cold apples
Are what it's become.
That's what it all boils down to
With me.
You feel them on your tongue;
Smooth, cool slivers rising up
To press your gums;
Whole mouth sweet and numb.

Better buy the whole bag.
Not my favorite, but still so good.
Delicious red hues and shape;
Every one so different in taste,
Yet so alike in so many ways.
Cold apples in the afternoon
With sun spilling everywhere
Upon me restless.

Restless for a change. Change
My number, change my game.
Some great thing must be
On its way and soon. This vision
Of Life changed quickly;
Dropped it's secrets a little and
You know they all make sense.
But I'm still me before this for
The cold apple still remains.

All our lives,
A public display.
Exhibitionist fashion persistent,
So transparent;
So undone by deprivation.
Seeds a reason
Not to ask the hard questions,
Rather decipher fragmentary
Thought, and assume
To know the cause.

Put the machine down a minute.
Put your face before your face,
Look deep and long and see.
Put down the machine goddammit.
You have to admit it's all just shit.
There's nothing worth saving
In this temporary, superficial game.

So much work
Just to get at how you tick,
And all this time I've realized
How the heart of the matter
Just isn't in it,
Just not near,
And further from you
Do I get with the more I
Soak up page by page.
But you weren't there;
Say a bunch of things
But you're always hiding, dear.

Put the machine down this instant.
Put your face before my face,
Look deep and long and know.
Put the machine down for good.
I must admit it's really quite tragic,
When electricity becomes enigmatic
To the point where I don't know
Anyone anymore.

Back peddling all the way,
Even in the simple grace
Of a beautiful face before me;
I disillusion any circumstance.
Guess I don't want that gift.
Guess I'm not ready for that
Landslide of feeling to
Come driving down my measure,
Making me open and exposed
To the elements of the heart again.
I just can't give anymore.
Feel like I need a break.
I've built a plateau so high
That very few, if any could reach.
I'm getting by on my own,
But I shudder to think of what may be
When someone reaches that peak...
So scared to understand that nature.
So burdened I might exist
Without a witness to it's arrival.
I laugh out of habit.
I recount the rising hairline.
I suspense with superficial pleasantries;
I want all of the real. I want to
Move and be moved by it.
I need all of what is. I cannot
Function by design without these.
I am afraid I've missed the chance.
I skip along despite this loss
And hope again to
Join in this awkward dance.

Take it all, and be content.
The good and the bad,
The long and restless;
The easy and sweet.
You do not get both worlds.
Find the image
That reflects your true nature
And please embrace it.
Do not be afraid.
It is no matter
Of hard importance.
Only a simple obligation,
To accept that simple vision,
The one that is you.
Dwell not in bitterness.
Don't fault the choices
You could not make.
Just stride and live on
The right way, for once.
Give yourself room for error,
And abide the consequence
Of great loss ever so often.
Of misinterpretation;
Of unfortunate circumstance.
Be you, and no one else.
Hard to find, impossible to ignore.
May the best be always won
By such simple presence.