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If tomorrow never comes
and I’ve still not found a way
to do the things I’d like to do
but failed to day-by-day,
I just want you to know
the dreams that I possessed,
the hopes that kept me going,
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
The star shine is bright, blinding
sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow
so she has to squint.
The contrast of light against the
total black of the night sky
is nearly unbearable.
Wording, words, thinking think-Pulsing backwards, concentration and circulation continuing, but pulsing is all I feel.Everything turns fuzzy, my mind, my life, my eyes, picturesque moments begin to fog up.
What is it? Why is it? How?
Lunar gone loony
That Jamacian wants bacon
My atlas is torn
and all I can do is watch some porn
and I slide---
There once was a river that flowed downstream,
It wished and it washed itself into a dream,
It wanted to make itself into a clean,
Huge flying aircraft machine,
It was impossible to say the least,
Little stream through the woods
How sad and lonely you must be
Tired too though many can’t see
You fight and fight to make it through
And one day when you finally do
In the big ocean you will be
The trees, hid her from everyone around
The water, flowed beneath her tiny feet
For nothing more beautiful could astound
Like the pleasant river beyond the street,
