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MemoriesLaying on the floor gazing
Through the glass at the stars
Locked away in the silence
Behind the cold iron bars
Regretting that moment
Remembering that day
Questions filling my mind
How did I get this way?
Does mom still love me?
How can this be?
The shameful answer
"You wanted the money"
"No one understands"
I repeated in my mind
I needed to get away
From the men close behind
Their shouts getting louder
Why did I run?
I was desperate and scared
So I pulled out my gun
The memory fades now
With blood on the ground
I see my fallen victim
That's one officer down
Here comes the daylight
Unlock my protective gates
Walk me to the pale room
Where death happily awaits
An ActressFlowing (chemically treated) hair so
(tanning booth) golden silky (waxed) smooth
Skin (face lift) flawless like
Her toned (TrimSpa) slim
(breast implanted) Body in a silk (designer) gown with
($40 million) Diamond rings which
Twinkle in her
(laser surgery) Eyes that
(cover-up) Glow like her
(cosmetic dentistry) Smile for the
Camera flashes catch the (scandals)
Blinding (dare I say it?) beauty of
Undiscovered DreamerYou've encountered him before, but never like this. He's sitting on the street corner, singing and preaching away. He admits he's been hurt, betrayed and lied to. He'll listen to your problems, and offer you his best advice. He looks worn and beaten, but you like him anyway, especially when he comes up with funny jokes and witty remarks. His thoughts keep him going, as he waits for that one great love to tap him on the shoulder and pick him up off the ground.
He had only one home. He was quite comfortable there, even if it was a little dark. Then the worries of life and the high expectations of society took it all away. He was such a hassle, and caused nothing but trouble by merely existing.
So he now sits on the street corner, begging for a place to stay, a place to call home. He's always glad to meet new strangers. If you happen to see him, offer him some help. Or maybe suggest a different song he can sing. If you pass by, and do not notice him, don't feel bad. For he calls himself T
I'm life as you live itI am
The queens, the teens, and the small pox vaccines
The rulers, the jewelers, and foolish high schoolers
The liars, the buyers, and sexual desires
The mothers, the brothers, and the one after the others
The old, the bold, and the last one sold
The jesters, the testers, and the corporate investors
The abused, the confused, and the falsely accused
The rich, the witch, and that electronic glitch
The winners, the sinners, and the timid beginners
The small, the tall, and the awaited phone call
The weak, the meek, and the snowy mountain peak
The daring, the caring and the completely overbearing
The makers, the fakers, and the poor German Quakers
The screams, the dreams, and the championship teams
The decayed, the betrayed, and that final crusade
I am your dreams and ideas
And the lands you explore
I am life as you live it
And nothing more.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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