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Cry Baby Cry
Cry baby cry
For the problems of the heart,
Life kicks us in the ass
Right from the very start,
The Most Beautiful Part Of The Day
The paper thin-thread bare moment between
Sleep and consciousness is the most beautiful
Of the morning.
Just as the body breathes the new day
When We Dream
How serene the night is now,
No heartache knows its place,
No breath of disquietened air
Passes overhead.
Familiar Ground (I Need To Do This By Myself)
Trust all your innocence
To things I can’t stand to hear.
Mark what’s inside of us
By all that you’ve ever feared.
I Have No Home
In a bunker,
In a desert,
In a wasteland,
In the nowhere.
I Have A Confession To Make
I have a confession to make:
I haven't been sober in seventeen days,
It’s not a thing that I can explain,
It’s just a thing that eliminates pain.
Words Grown Up
Like a trembling tot
on the night of christmas eve
a poet waits.
Knowing the magic of the night
Life Is Like A Cigarette
Life is like a cigarette,
Smoke it to the end,
That is all I have to say
To you my friend.
Narcissistic Artistic
After a while it’s just narcissistic!
Isn’t it?
All this time spent
Hoping to receive a few lines
Decant Me An Elixir
Decant me an elixir
Distilled from aching heartstrings.
At least ten years matured
In a barrel made from dreams.

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