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And in the end we all knew we’d be getting what we got; to the devil by a hangman’s rope with the whole wretched lot

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Crashing Contradictions like a drunk I’m driving swirving and crashing a drop of oil in a bucket of tears a lonely blind man unable to hear I’m a prophet without a god a wretched leper outcast in fear I’m the tolling bell that leads to nothing a strength of heart only found in pain I’m a mystery that can’t be solved a faraway land conquered and long gone but you’re too busy controlling the game tallying the scores and comparing the same and here am I not fighting not struggling not yelling Just losing to your simple stupid name

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And as I contemplate the floor, you ask me how much more will do the trick

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I’m in the mood to post some of my poetry. Don’t ask me why. Some of it is very old, some of it is new, and some of it is from the last year or two. Have fun guessing which is which. Not A Simple Smoke Photographs are easy to burn and a lot goes with them it’s not a simple smoke but everything they represent escaping being set free liberating and that’s how I make it so easy to just walk away regret is such an ugly motive     Games People Play What a fool I’ve been to believe that it could be anything more than a game of hide and go fuck yourself     Rain And so I ran quietly, quickly with careful steps avoiding outstretched hands of hope and reassurance tiptoeing beyond lush forests of emotion clinging to my numbness while ever adjusting my protective blinders and all the while she still flows through me like rain there is no stopping nor a pause as I narrowly escape any resurgence of pain     Life this is your life on autopilot you get up you take a shower you go to work to sit at

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The stranger on the highway seems to show a desire to move on in one direction

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I ran across some of my older writing… and when I say older, I mean very old. I don’t remember what time in my life I wrote these, but I’m guessing it’s right around 15 or 16 at the latest. Enjoy. Or don’t. Look Back in Anger If I could say one thing, It would be Do not burn the house down when you slam the door. The match you lit falls to the floor ignites carpeting and pictures, house and home, with all that that entails, memories, and bad taste are consumed by the air that the trees provide, but all you can do is walk quickly through the forest. That’s It And we stare forever at our clocks and calendars tracking time with our convenient numbers thanking God we can And we are defined by the dictionary of carbon based life forms destined to destroy themselves and everything from volume A to Z And I walk down the path that isn’t there and those who stick to the streets are hit by speeding cars and… and… and that’s it. How Many Steps? I know I’m depressed when I start questioning whether or not I really have to brush

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Light up, light up, as if you have a choice

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Mountains out of hills a hill of silly and simple words, yet mountains hide behind them and I find myself reeling retreating and hiding from the landslide sure to follow and my heart spilled burdened with love regret tragedy and forgiveness bitterness and betrayal And still I hear I listen I find the echo of a forgotten voice left in the valley between the mountains and in the bitter winter fields

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And the least they ever gave you, is the most you ever knew

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I’m a man of quotes, lyrics, poetry, and things that I touch back on and find inspiration. I’m dedicating this blog entry to nothing but words that I wish I wrote. So, without further ado, some of my most favorite inspirational, touching, or emotional lyrics and poetry. I chose some of these simply because I can relate to the story being told, as well. Your mileage may vary. Counting Crows, “Round Here” She looks up at the building and says, “I’m thinking of jumping. I’m sick and tired of life.” Well, she must be tired of something. Good starter lyric, huh? I knew you’d approve. How about my most favorite line from any poem, ever? I get chills whenever I read this, and I completely blame my Uncle Mitch for getting me interested in Yeats. William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming” And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Oh c’mon, that stanza is just amazing. If you’ve ever read much Yeats, you’ll find that he’s damn near impossible to try and critique. I hold him in great esteem. We’ll go back to a song lyric now, for those with short attention

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Sunrise

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Sunrise I think I need a sunrise I’m so tired of this sunset I need a new town where nobody knows my name Go find myself some sunshine I’m tired of all this rain I’ll build up a tombstone to bury my anger beneath the pain I’ll run for the darkness and regret all I had to tell and I’ll create a world and a heaven only I can get in to and the rest of you can go to hell

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Despair

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When the sun finally falls beneath the crest of the Earth the moon rises in the sky and the stars stare down like angry eyes despair creeps in like a thief and brigand down the chimney or maybe through a window across the carpet and in to my room it finds me in the dark cradles my head softly like a lover lost to time and separated by distance every bit as harsh but welcome just the same

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