left in all the world.
innocence is a tomb,
immaturity is a virtue.
ask me if i've seen god,
and i'll tell you her name.
her beauty is fantastic,
but love is dead.
i need it
i need
sears
something kept me from sleeping.
all i could do,
was stare into the ceiling.
my eyes wuould sting,
and i couldn't hear the lord;
so i opened up the door,
was he speaking?
approached by the amnesiac,
is joyfully intimate
the cook stands in my way.
the oven's buzzing
cancels my bliss,
and ruins my day.
sits atop his throne
he's going to get what he deserves
now that he's all alone.
the sidewalk superintendents
are all misfits, nevertheless
we're rolling in the money
socialism was a box office success.
i try not to speak
there aren't any words
that i could use a sheets
without warning,
no sooner said than done.
the workday is his weakness.
accedental creativity
in a fagment of light.
the study of failure,
a blind man guides at night.
the clouds are dark puffy masses
that separate to reveal
a beutiful deep blue.
the sun shines like an arrogant yesterday.
planes dart in and out of the clouds,
and birds chirp and make me look around
the wind marches about,
and the clouds follow obediently
the trees grow and stretch and try to touch
but i don't know of any that have actually done it.
is where the river takes me.
you thought i tried to swim,
nobody tried to save me.
the point at which i fell,
the point at which i feel
my love for every rose;
my heart is soft as steel.
I'm writing this with my eyes closed
because my eyes show me what i don't want to see
there are seven of us here
cold, clean and partially swollen
my mind has a level piston
working it's way to my brain
there are seven of us here
and i dont know what peace will come on me
as I fly into the ocean's mist
Dented, I am becoming a part of you
there isn't anyone else
who will show me the way
to the temple shrines
of the engine that blows me away
Aren't you listening?
aren't you here?
aren't you a part of me?
when you found someone else to home in on
a prize of a filtered lot
pretentious and elevated
a pair of eyes hovereing above me
sitting in the tree
When you were a part of me
all i would do was serve you
you run and tople me
as i ran to my feet
I couldn't reach you
when you were hanging there
I could only feel
the warmth of your blood
as it ran down my face
Someome let me know
someone let me in your house
but as you leave
you must remeber
you leave me...
I am left-
love ridden
partially spoken of
but never taken
When will you free me?
the part of me that moves the slowest
sits inside of you
you keep it- unknowingly
as a prize for all the fighting
I might have done
And now
as you leave me on the couch
whishing i was where you were
when I ran my fingers through
there- i recognize
the partial lessons i recieved
As my eyes crossed
you fell asleep in my world
Aslant, you become part of me again
added to the collections
I will never let you out
Without you, not love
see you in the morning my dear
remember me when i am gone
it something you wont be missing
until you find it inside of you
what i planted
January 11 1994
yesterday I went to the college night at morris catholic high school. the school was pretty nice, but there was absolutely nowhere to park. mike, myself, and my friend brian went inside and proceeded to the cafeteria. there were way too many people in the room to move around. mike and i lost brian and walked around a bit. all of the colleges looked generally un-impressive, and we got bored quick. while squeezing between this guy writing on an index card and some lady, i took mike's hat off and held it out to the man behind the table and said, "do you accept these?" he looked so utterly confused that i couldn't help adding, "well, are they in season?"
mike had to call his mom (i guess) so we went out into the hallway and found a phone booth. mike asked me if i had a quarter, but i didn't. he asked a girl who walked by if she had one, but she didn't have one, so mike called collect. When he was done we sat down and watched all the people walk by, while talking. we discussed how removed we are from the sterotypical locker-lined hallway high school experience. the absence of stairs, lockers and hallways themselvses at hp alienates us from all the other students of all the other high schools in the tri-state area. then again, if you look at it another way, aside from the fabulous wheelcair accesability, we get to enjoy tactical geese herding (in the fall), the ice capades extravaganda (in the winter), and tag-team mud wrestling (in the spring.)
having finished our enlightening discussion, we discovered brian, picked up some random pamphlets (just so our parents would get the false impression that we actually looked) and headed out. as i passed through the door i spotted a collection of elongated cardboard boxes by the dumpster. i inconspicuously nabbed one and headed in the general direction of the car, noticing the perplexed onlookers driving past me as i walked. i reached the car and was about to reach for the door handle, when i instincively turned to see mike, charging at me, weilding a box of his own. he released a mightly roar and we began circling each other, our weapons raised, engaged in our dangerous teen territorial ritual. he attacks first, with a flurry of thrusts from his mighty sword. i act quickly, my witts sharp as steel, i dodge and block, and he backs away. he lunges again, striking at the head, then the knees, but i am always one step ahead. he initiates one, final, desperate assault. i dodge, pivet, and swing hard, with pinpoint accuracy, knocking the box from his hand. victorious, i extend my arm, ordering him to the car. brian is there waiting for us, and we board, and drive off.
we drop off mike at his house, and i ask him if i he would run up to the house and bring me a c.d. of his i wanted to borrow. he says, "now way, i don't even know where i put it." so i go, "c'mon, please!" as he makes his way towards his front steps. as we's opening his door i yell, "we're not leaving 'till you bring it out!" after about a minute or so we see mike through his bedroom window pick up the phone and start dialing, and brian goes, "forget it, he's not brining it out." annoyed, i pulled out of the driveway and head to ridgedale ave. at the corner, i stop at the 7-11, and tell brian to wait while i run inside. i return, swiftly, with a bag of jumbo marshmellows, a pack of mightly morphin power rangers cards (second edition), and a can of smoked sardines. in the 7-11 parking lot we draw smiley faces on all of the marshmellows. we head back to mike's house and i see mike's dad walking the dog outseide. i shut off my headlights, hoping he doesn't see us. after he goes inside, we sneak into mike's driveway and cover his car in the marshmellow-smiley-heads, sardines, and power rangers cards.
the next morning mike wakes up to the sound of voices outside his window. he looks aoutside his window and is startler to see his parents talking to a police officer in the driveway, and gesturing towards the sardines on the car. he overhears his dad explaining to the officer that he had seen a suspicious car drive by the night before with its headlights off...
but at the supermarket
the cashier handed her a spoiled, rotted lump
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