Give the People What they Want
We've all been once
To the tip of the world
Where to go on
Is to go back
Am I goods undeclared?
Your smile brightens
My dull day
And I am enamelled
Against a lonely night
But am I rent in arrears?
Shaken faith and
Doubtful sound
Speak gracefully
And you shall hear
I will always be there.
Friday, September 24, 2004
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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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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