And of course, she's already made me do both.


DreamtI never slip easily into dreams Not the route of those with wings But of hands on rocks and gravel on bare feet -Dreamt
Truth is, I never sleep.
I lay awake with reveling in midnight hours Those hours I could've been awake -
But never have I dreamt Like this, a continuous lucid imagining
Where every corner is a nightmare and I scream "It's easy! It's all easy!"
Until I fall into my hands beneath my head, On a pillow of discontent -
Truth is, I never slipped into Life But walked with it knowingly for awhile, trying.


Earthly GuiltThere was heartache, to my horror In the future I was seeking So I knew that in the eve, I must lay it down:Earthly Guilt
There was sunshine on horizons That I never crossed on horses That will always make me wonder: Could I have raced the dawn?
But there's baggage in my yesterdays That never were completed, And my birthdays seem to pass without a light.
As I look within the corners, Of the mirror that I am peering -
I realize, the other worlds are bright
And I see myself at parties, The Mad Hatters pour me coffee And I try to drown them all i


Sweet DesireI worked my hands upon your back Like the woman did on Death My stomach turns a head At my own bitternessSweet Desire
I was so Earthbound - I was so full of green Forgive my lack of sense When were the lions begging? While I was cold and dead?
Come on, come on my love You were my sweet desire Heaven help the ones Who never know what they want
What is this that burns? A feeling of regret? I often think of you But you were never in my bed
Who are you, what are you - why? You replaced the woman I know Who are you, what are


082004I want to die alone -082004
Away from your crowd of people; your many Gemini selves.
I want to die crying -
From my own lack of self-worth, and not from your cruelty and lies and That look in your eye -
The one that's a crystal from many people's lives.
Why did I need you? Why did I touch you at all? -
The memory of my mother strong from your skin.
Why did I play pianos and stroke violins
When you told me? When you told me When you told me -
Truth. Something I always knew,
But never acknowledged in
Myself:
I never really ne
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Yet there is method in it.
Shakespeare, Hamlet
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don`t worry, it`s been ages since i wrote poetry, and for no reason, i started again. so it will come back.
and yes you do need to be inspired.
It is very much appreciated
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