G. Silver

We met - strangers - one day in the same old room
We'd always haunted
We dove right in, I guess - we two
Told each other all we knew about ourselves
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Upon seeing you again after a week all alone and to myself,
I am once again struck by your youness,
The all encompassing Sparkle and Wit of your mind.
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Maybe it is true: we all hate home,
I know at times I've hated life here.
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Golden apple in the sky,
Look at me as I go by,
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Forward Time! steady drummer,
Never stop and never rest.
Surrender spring, relinquish summer,
At your worst and at your best.
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We romantics should not be allowed to fall in love,
It is a most unhealthy and unbecoming thing,
And looks bad on almost anyone.
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I am no prophet, nothing special,
I do not even believe in your Chemical Kingdom!
But I am certain, fairly certain, Mr. Marley would hate you too,
Were he here (oh irony of ironies!) to see the fear,
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Why are you so perfect?
Wherefore are your fanciful words,
And coloured allusions springing from?
On which cloud do your metaphors float with such grace,
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Death and an angel embraced each other in the hotel lobby,
As I, startled, fumbled vaguely towards the chain of payphones.
They trembled far and wide and stared through designer shades
that covered their pupils (miles high) ,
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Fly by high your noon, yes,
For tray be told float down.
Hold up silvery moon, yes,
For never a smile did frown.
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Summer breeze soft, gently, soft,
Under the cool green shade,
Near the dabbling, babbling brook,
Still up, up in the glade.
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No one knows just when it becomes,
Maybe a butterfly. But
when it does become -
We know.
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What sweet motivations move in your mind,
And call you to rest and to sleep - yet dream not?
What god-like demon of fate most divine,
Has changed you in ways we never had thought?
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Forgive me, faith, I know not what I say,
For I scorn thee when all you do is try;
I'd forgive, faith, should you lead me astray,
And sit still as the stars fall from the sky.
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Tis not so bad, I suppose,
If one's exile is self imposed
This selfness does not seem to me
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If you, being the moon, shone half as bright,
During your ghostly, nighttime vigilance,
It would not impede, nor impair mine sight,
In truth 'twould hardly make a difference.
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I am silent, nervous, hiding,
Barely daring breathing loud.
I am desperate, stupid, stumbling,
I know crying's not allowed.
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PC, PC, SVP!
Follow the words to the Sargasso Sea,
Saigon! Bombay!
The Cubs! Hooray!
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Oh great Fire! Oh great Flame!
Oh great Arrow, take your aim!
Oh Shambhala, kingdom come!
Don't forget where you are from!
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...and nobody cares,
Because why? and what for?
And the nobodies sleep on the parishon' floor.
And they ask 'but why me? '
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