In the Future
Music is left to the zealous few
And gossip tracks the paranoid
In their paranormality
Ugliness crests a wave of dissent
And disseminated knowledge ferments
For want of a larger bounty
Watching wakefulness
In the land of the sleepless
With neon flares pinpricking
The velvet night sky dripping
With the peaks of human achievement
A world crafted in the eye of berievement
In the likeness of man himself.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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