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The Disease of Man

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You are just a length of time inside my mind

///// Stand tall, sleep well.know yourself, know everything.there's the world; the steady path.no work, no walls just water and wells and me./// When we love we live.when we sleep we leave all things.all wishes, lies and lullabyes; goodnight.///forget the past.drift off to sleep.and awake with beautiful dreams
Shoulder to shoulder with swords raised
Questions then through clenched teeth
How will things be when we face each other again?


Please serve me: sushi, indian food and good sex. I ask nothing more. Not yet, anyway.

My desire is to know all languages
so that when a certain sunset moves me
colors like melted crayons
i can comment on it romantically
in a language of Latin origin

When I smoothly avoid
undesirable occurrences on the sidewalk
i can congratulate myself in Japanese
sounding gruff yet satisfied
and proud

And when slightly warm and slick red wine
of a rare variety touches my tongue and I swallow
i can softly proclaim in Spanish
and grin

If bright yellow mustard drips onto my pants
i can curse in jerkish Norwegian
and amuse unwitting bystanders

And when we materialize our love

and the moment is perfect

and dramatic

so will be my words

blowing quickly

and quietly

in your ears

I've got a 10 cent girl and i'm crazy about her I've got one thing in mind and I'm looking for her

Sometimes you’ve got to have a cigarette
Sometimes you’ve got to let someone inside you
Sometime you’ve got to let them go
Sometimes you can feel the love from miles away
Where are you?
I don’t know and it doesn't really matter does it?
Sometimes you’ve got to make something
Sometime you’ve got to take control
Sometimes you’ve got to eat whatever it is you want to
Sometimes you know
Things seem clearer when I’m sober
I mean, when I’m drunk
I mean, things don’t seem that clear
When you’re older and out of touch
My generation has gone and gotten married
And I’m left with no one fuck
Surrounded by barriers that I can’t breach.
Pretending nothing is out of reach.
Clawing at darkness but getting bleach

Bad Poetry, by me.

Like pearls in the sky struggling
Her jet black hair something shining
Speaking in ancient prophesy

Bad Poetry, by me.

See! I say to myself,
this is what you are.
What happens when you peer inside
and don’t like what you see?
Let me just say I was born on the cusp and I teeter on a precipice always
a great precipice
with one side green and the other gray