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You know, I looked into the sun for all of 13 days
Now all I can see befo' me is a deeply purple haze

It was a mission of transition to some new percep'tual views
All it got me was dis theme song - called Da Blind Man Blues

Why din' I just scope a light bulb or try starin' at a match
If I had jus' kept one eye closed I could 'least wear a pirate patch

But now I'm tappin' down dee av'nue wit' my trusty fold-up cane
Thinkin - the only thing this open'd up's a window into pain

So rememb' mah frightnin' story as I shuffle outta sight -
If Yo seekin' revelation, baby - don' look to da light

Cos' dey's many ways to wisdom, tho' I can 'least discount one
Y'all git nuthin' but a purple haze from starin' at da sun...

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:bravo: something a little deeper then cocoa puffs lolol

 

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Nite-lit fires all consuming with their flames. Dreams fallen down through the shadows around me until at last I am alone. Worlds-a-stage but mine is empty, life follows me around but never nears... dusty sands flowing through a barren place in my heart... will there be ever-still a place for me to love u.

 

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Start the damned journal, dark.

 

That is very good; you should put it in a book.

 

There once was a man from Madras
Who had two balls made of brass
When he banged them together
They played ``Stormy Weather''
And lightning shot out of his ass.

 

another one for this journal you haven't started

 

THIS is what he should do.

 

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:bugeye:

 

It'll work.

 

Your beauty shimmers in the wind like a diamond of ice melting under the sun. I follow your heartbeat to my own, but still in this moment your smile is all I know. Can there be a free choice or must I always seek things alone, will the day bring your arms near mine or shatter what I believe to be. Don't ignore me, don't fade away from me, let me hold you tonite before I dream.

Sensual fire merging with honest emotions not expressed for you. A flame starting in some corner of my soul but without the kindle to lite it completely. Your way you have, that stand, that tilt of the head, how can I ignore those? Skin like a peach that's just fully grown, I wonder if you see in my eyes the passion you bring about. How I wish there were some way you'd finally notice I'm there.

 

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Pills lost their kick already...?

 

I am still on them, I just had the impression to write for those 2 pretty girls Jana and Carolyn

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Excellent job Dark

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How long its been since the world began, and I with it seeing the breezy center of sorrow. Trembling hands without frail nature control my destiny. I feel now joy now because its been taken, left to roam within that entrance to a place I cannot travel. Memories away better they be gone.

 

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LoL

 

are you laughing at his sorrow?

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Pretty much...

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No, really - it's just that it's such a silly image. " breezy center of sorrow " ???

Conjures up visions of the set of a Jimmy Buffet video... tropical beach... palm trees, Hawaiian shirts, drinks with little umbrellas...

But shot in black & white, with everyone shuffling thru the sand with their heads hanging down, The Cure doing a wretched cover version of "Margaritaville" or some such.

 

It was summertime with skies of blue and yellow,
sweltering heat, sunny glares, enough to make any man mellow.
We were roasting on the porch, when I raised my cup
of lemonade, vodka, and other questionable stuff.
“A toast to us”, a lazy smile, what seemed to be content.
There was a lazy glance, a pause, a murmured reply said.
So I sipped my un-clinked glass till it was laid to rest,
the hundred degrees not waiting for any sentiments.
Except for the one that came along with the cool air of fall,
“That girl is a breath that’s been held in for too long.”