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this life is following a dead end, but now i know enough to pretend and subscribe to simple repetition.
i'll say things that i do not mean because there's no eyes on this scene, unless the blues are offering.
the bottom will fall out.
until then, i'll be turned down.
you made it so easy.
without dusk, there's no dawn.
but you made it so easy so i sing my hate.
i've worn out from cover to cover volumes of notes from the others - i guess you'd call them my brothers.
maybe i'll have to focus on projects that don't involve sad songs until my pigment is all gone.
the bottom will fall out, but not before i drown.
this soul can't soldier on.
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i've always been an unfortunate thing,
always polluting and self-destructing.
you want to fix me so bad.
crickets remind me of one peaceful place
i haven't been and i almost can't wait.
she wanted to fix me so bad.
if you really know me, you'll back away slowly,
purge all our memories and watch me implode
because when i get lonely, the quiet consoles me,
or maybe controls me, and i give in, mostly.
i take my time on my walk to the edge
in disgrace, reviled, and retreat to my head with silence.
when i go, this will be my lone redeeming legacy.
all the rest is just dark and angry poison, as you know.
all i am holding is your hand in mine, and secrets, frustration, and regret sometimes.
but take the former with a bit of salt, and the latter are truly not your fault.
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i hear history in the most convenient way,
like why there's so much space between heaven and this place
where you like to smoke your cigarettes in pain while you decay.
and I'm dispensable, but still, i stay,
and that's not so, but it does resemble truth.
some candor can be concentrated into absolutes.
time changes everything, they say, though misinformed.
it seems that all this distance to which we have both conformed
won't fade. the quiet is so striking.
i've laid in waste, in silence, contemplating grace,
and my, it's a marvel to behold.
so i'll be fading and contemplating grace.
my observations through the years have led me to conclude
that you will always find a way to hide some sides of you,
but when the clouds roll in, i notice in their hanging gloom
that you are offered consolation, or some deja vu.
your eyes are heavy to the point you tend to keep them low
while your broken body struggles to carry the load,
but i know that i am still the punchline to the joke.
the letters in your skin tell such a somber story
including distractions, ambition, and unmentioned things.
we've both had our missteps and i've run my mouth,
but these embers of ours, i think they're out.
our attempts at engagement are vain, but we know what's been left unspoken
with our toils and troubles in tow, we keep our glasses half-full.
not even faintly do we show remorse in our lurid reflections,
and although I'm not bearing these charms, you should consider me armed.
now you imagine that you outlast your past and your flashbacks combat the black
instead of reminding you that the time that you spent trying to find
some meaning in the misery is leaning toward frivolity -
i know this because it's killing me.
you owe it to the mystery to shake the tree of breaking free
from the sordid performers who wore your core sore
and chased you to a place of wasting face, waist and base
on the folks who at most stoke the smoke that evokes your false hope.
i won't call you by name, but through your migraines, i feel you've explained
some of the pain in a way that contains the refrains of your DNA.
not that my tower is ivory - it's dour what's inside of me
and sour is what many see in my hours of indecency
so i won't be pretending that I'm extending some unbending advice for ascending this life,
but i do believe that though our souls grieve, we know that we were born deceived:
never will there arrive a time that you and i are side by side
or even reside in each others minds so i'm resigned to leaving our twine untied.
i guess what i'm saying is i'll forever be weighing this and delaying what I'll miss
when i at last dismiss an auspicious wish that's gone amiss
because i'll always relate to the place where my heart raced as i traced your face while contemplating grace.
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Still a Villain
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"it's spring again," i notice with a sigh,
suggesting that impressions are not wont to hide.
it's spring again.
"it's spring again," i mutter to myself,
pretending to recall how optimism felt:
certainly warmer than now
with a hint of imminence underground.
i'm starting to sense the warnings in it's wind:
i'll never see another new thing begin.
at times like this, ignorance is bliss,
though i view platitudes like you do this rift:
shaded with conceited attitude that's at best ambivalent.
if the rumors are true, then this is a postmortem -
not your most surprising move in the face of aging boredom.
so allow me to be indirect, exhausting and unclear:
i suspect i don't have anything constructive left to share,
but i will finally say this with sarcasm removed:
i don't know you this spring, but good luck with thirty-two.
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Thundercloud Kid Buffalo, New York
rock & roll art. this is your cue to turn on your heel,
and never look back.
this play button will only break your
heart
and steal the light from your eyes.
its a key and you wont like whats on the other side of the door:
elegant lies, but lies all the same,
its not worth all the side effects
or the amount of sleep youll lose.
because this is just bad news,
and it will leave you in the gutter.
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