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| 4AM Ramblings Sippin' at my drink on lunch. Hawaiin Fruit Punch. Waitin' on the buzzer cue. Work to do. A Lot In Common You're beautiful...but strange...So am I. You're smart...but still slow...So am I. You're impatient...but fast...So am I. You're tired...but still last...So do I. You're hot...but still cold...So am I. You're established...but not old...So am I. You're waiting...but happy...So am I. You're leaving...but staying...So am I. You're amazing...but weird...So am I. You're yourself...but still feared...So am I. We both want to be...A forever seen star. I have to say...a lot in common is what we are. It Made No Sense It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low...the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few.....of our friends. It was like a condom... That was made out of stone. A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old. Like crows it was... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was... It made no sense. Nothing Said It happened again... I said hello and I heard no hey. It's happened again... There's nothing to say. Maybe the old man thought I was Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane. Maybe the old man didn't want Me on this plane. Who really knows? Who really cares? Who really studies? Who just stares? At freaks like me...at people like you At old men like he...at sickness that grew The old man might not have hated me.... He might just have said... "I don't know about this boy... He looks messed up in the head." Our Respect----- We Should Send to Her She died today. I'm not sure why? She left us this way. I'm not sure again? I thought of nonsense yesterday.......... I think of serious feelings right now. It's words like.......... Died, Killed, Hurt, and Murdered.......... That jump start our emotions for a single moment at a time.......... At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past. She died today. And yet we still laugh! She left us this way. And yet we still complain! Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her, We don't have to act as if we never talked to her. She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered..........our respect we should send to her. Empty Tank Here I am again...tired from not sleeping...Sad from not loving. I feel miserable again...here on this plane...Here on this earth. I've done it again...I stayed out all night. I feel it again...I dred this flight. Why? Because I'm sick...Sick of being owned... I write because I'm sick...Sick of being known. If I was normal...Would she like me the same? If I was just a stock boy...Would she still enjoy my name? I'd like to think she does and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should. I'm gonna lean my head against this window...Close my eyes and go to sleep. I'll wake up in the next town...With thoughts beyond deep. The days will go by as I will just act. As the days go by I can only look back...At the good times...the fun. At the bad times...the fun. I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her...I wonder if she waits to see me...I wonder if she waits? I'd like to think she did and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should. My hear is so curious...My mind is so blank...Without you I'm lost... I am an empty tank. |
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