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Yes this is really me, really us
And I still have the graphic tees
And the white tube socks
And all the other things we never wear anymore
All the other things that collect dust in the closet
I look at you like you hold all the answers
because for me, you do
even to the questions I have yet to ask
even to the ones i have yet to conjure
Part I
A sudden whirlwind
And a voice so said
Who, dark counsels
By words without knowledge?
Now questions are
To be answered!
Where were you?
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness.
A question with no complete answer.
You chased away my fear
Drowned me with passion
Held on to me
Unexpectedly stole my heart
I was sealed with fate
From the first day we met
With your sweet kiss
From a shower of love
Edges of this world must be mended
Creases of these old fabrics smoothed
Smuggled letters rewritten
And torn pieces sown
With old methods and home-made remedies
Nail by nail and thread by thread
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
To the poet who uses words to explore,
to you who thinks you know more,
you manipulate a bondage of words to stage,
I the historial who studies the past,
So I am
Living, breathing, moving,
What for, who shall move me?
I move myself, but why?
I watch myself from time to time
Watching in awe, who am I?
I am no one, but really I am everyone.
A book asked me once: If you could take a pill that would make you need only two hours of sleep a day would you take it?
And I said: I don’t know
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
The everyday rush,
The voice never hushed:
What's the truth, what's the meaning?
Is there purpose for living?
I ask when I pause,
When I feel that I've strayed.
Am I holding the cause,
A Three Letter Word No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
So many thoughts running through my head
All day and all night
Thinking as I lay in bed
What to do
Who to be
My future clouded
No clear path I see
I've looked and searched
Love, a touchy subject to be sure, for not all can claim its ownership and those who do may be in possession of an entirely different animal, but as you are along for this wild ride can you truly distinguish between furs, or have you simply been e
