Monthly Archives: February 2012
Can we really win
this infinite race
when we know
some things are hard to replace?
It’s hard to let
just One thing go
and keep you’re life
in a steady flow.
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my wrist curls back
I feel the stick weighing
in my hand
as I propel it forward
to strike the head
of it.
the head vibrates
violently
shaking
trembling.
I cock back my foot
and give it
a swift kick
to the face.
Not once but
two
three
four
times.
After another
stick to the face,
I rear back and
crash into it.
As my cymbal simmers,
my guitarist glances back
and nods
as if to say.
“you killed it”
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come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
make peace in my mind
as i sleep tonight
whether in a bed or on the streets
in a prison cot
or cold dirt floor
sleep will always cleanse the soul
and until sunrise
let me sleep in peace
undisturbed
dreaming
bliss
come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
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harsh
stunning
relentless
cunning
thirsty
unforgiving
melancholy
just another
brick in the wall;
reality check
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how am i supposed to learn my lesson
when i know not what i am being taught
do i sit here and listen
pretend?
or do i question
where others fear to do so
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a stone’s throw away
it seems so close
but as the stone flies
so does your target
you can never seem to be quite there
at quite the right time
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Hundreds of people
spend Billions of dollars
to try to make
Millions of dollars.
Millions people
spend hours preparing,
spend Hundreds of dollars,
buying things they are told
they need to have.
Millions to be made,
Millions to be lost,
and it’s all for
a game.
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