Tomorrow's Tidings
Citizens beneath street-lamps
Straining to the chords of war
To the roar of destruction
Pacing the rubbled streets
Snatching away sleep
Voice rends the night air
"I will erode you into nothing"
Saturday, September 18, 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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