Not again. *facepalm*
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Not again. *facepalm*
Will this fix it?
Wife Ruth
I see you now
Come closer do not fade
She fled up ahead of him but
He stood
He stood
And understood
That she had walked away,
That she won't mind if he's okay...
Again...
Again
It's deja vu
Or maybe not. Maybe
I'll get it right if I do it
Again
Again
'nother repeat
If only if only if only
it was something I wanted to
repeat
Repeat
Pete and Repeat
Rowed out on the water
Pete slipped and fell in. Who was left?
Repeat
Repeat
The Same Mistake.
To give and seldom take.
To stare at others in their joy
And fake...
And fake
If fake you must
But to fake cheats only you
With fakery we leave the real
Behind
Phantasm
Behind
Anything there ?
The faint imaginings
of some phantasy runs rampant
Frantic
Frantic
Is the person
Who rushes into things,
Who pays meagre or no thinking,
And swims...
And swims
And spins my mind
Through clouds of fogginess
The sweetest wine and finest spirits
To taste
To taste
The finest breasts,
To rub them to my chest,
Kiss them in a hopeless caress,
And long...
And long
May be the road
And tired may be the legs
But the journey is better made
Than not
The cold,
Pushing you down
With the wind, and the ice.
Rise, just to be pushed down again
quickly.
then not
Don't stay with me
just go to the one girl
not that I care that I'm not
the one
Quickly
I can't hold on
I'm dying like I'm shot
But I'm looking for release from
the one.
The one
Time you arise
From depths of the abyss
The joy of the world just vanished
To you
To you
It's a laptop.
And that is all you think.
But I developed from programmed
Pixels.
Pixels
Crafted my life
I am just an image
But I have thoughts, and what you say
Hurts me.
Hurts me
That's what she does
I burn, and can only
Express myself through a tarnished
Guitar.
Guitar.
Beautifully
sets my sad spirit free.
But the way music must kill me,
is sad.
Is sad
the news she heard,
only managed to crush.
didn't manage to uplift her
spirit
Spirit
Helps us to soar
Keeps us moving forward
What would we accomplish without
Whiskey
Whiskey?
The barmaid asks
And pours another round
In a glass whose heart is empty
Of sound...
Of sound
we do perceive
a little differently,
Many sounds, many words heard.
We hear
We hear
You've been in pain.
That it hasn't ceased to rain.
Why don't you tell us of the stain
In you? ...
In you
I see myself
As I am. Thank you for
Your brutal honesty, my friend, my
Mirror
Mirror
It Cracks It Breaks
Another Seven Years
Of This Is More Than I Can Bear
Dammit!
Dammit!
I found my love
and belongs to another
Oh the tragedy of my own
love life!
Dammit
Seemed like a good
Idea at the time
But now the water is rising
Blow it
Love life
Sure would be nice
Mind reading optional
Would be nicer. Then I might not
Blow it
Blow it.
Blow it ALL up
let it disintegrate,
watch as it's reduced to rubble
All gone
All gone,
Burnt to cinders.
Hinders, oh poor hinders,
Battered by the whip, visited
By boots...
Locum Tenens
By boots
perambulate,
sole and soul in twain, I
wandered; wanting for one, in vain,
as you
As you,
I'm heart-broken
From the times we did meet
We hurt each other over and
OVER!
Over!
Farce is over!
She claims she's had enough,
That she's done with humiliation...
For now...