

The PoetA poet does not write himself,The Poet
nor does he ever really read He simply mends words from shelves and constructsts flames from heat Combining that which is already there Gaining respect by filling many a quire But he simply tricks us all as we watch him reach into the fire Pulling out conjunctions and constructions made so many millions times before But the reader does not know these things for he hasn't live in days of yore
So we simply go on praising praising the poet by raising raising his pedestal sky high Unable to see the poet's staging  


To take it all awayIf I were to touch you today To stroke you and caress you To move my fingers gently through your hair And kiss you ever so softly on your lipsTo take it all away
And press your body gently into mine I'd close my arms around you in a sweet embrace Watching the sun rise above the horizon and remembering the times that passed us by
I'd whisper litanies of love softly into your ear Whilst I drew our names into the sand You'd welcome the incoming waves To take them away
To take it all away


Desperation disappearsI lost myselfDesperation disappears
Once again In the distance Of the past and future
I live in memories My own, before today Everyday but today Tomorrow too, but not today
Why so difficult If its so easy Why so hard When its so easy
Its too easy Its no fun Only frustration Appeals to me now
Entertain me
With everything With nothing When all seems to be unreal
Maybe it is unreal Maybe its not Doesnt matter The pain I forgot


ConfusedWho are you? I am you. Who am I? You are me. But how can that be? It's simple, I exist because You exist. But... No buts, That's just the way it is. What? Yeah. Huh? We are one And yet not one. That doesn't make sense. It doesn't have to. I don't get it,Confused
How can you be me? Easy, I am you. But how can you be me,
If I'm me? I just am, We're one and the same, So deal with it.
but i uploaded it again
thanks for the fav
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
Gotta love the Turtles!
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
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She can't hold her own/
who would have known?/
She is misery's company.
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
Really appreciated !
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