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My Best

for all your
confusion, 
your forgetfulness
your awkward questions
and masterful responses
your visits cut short
coversations drawn out
your uncertainty
your innocence
your unthoughtful splurges
and quiet apologies

for all your pauses
and drawn breaths

throughout your day
for every song you play

i love you more
than i can find the guts
to say

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That I Might

That I might be a drop of the sweetest rain
To fall upon your face
Trace the lines of your lips
And rest inside your mouth

That I might be consumed
And evenly dispersed
Among your being
To enrich 
To give life to
To be united with
You

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Breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.

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Amor's Army

snipe the fool. fall in line. clean up your mess. then fall in line.

forget we met forget we talked. camaflage. fall in line.

hit in the head. left for dead. still not dead. but out of line.

missing you some. hating you still. tieing the noose. around the line.

sleeping in. fox in the hole. smoke him out. above the line.

when your feeling left out. my guns at your head. saying your prayers. crossed the 
line.

moving on. covering tracks. erasing the memory. shot the line.

gone on a plane. to never return.

and never look back.

murdered the line.

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Corporate Cold Waterfall

once again i need a swim (but these waters are too shallow) so i'll just lay inside 
them.
And the fishes swimming by, had to swallow all their pride. I think something in 
them died as I just laid there inside.
Cos this breeze is getting cold and this sky is getting old. Quickly, shadows wed 
and dine as the sun soon falls behind. (the time passes through the sift and 
through my hand)
I was laughing oh so near... but my dear, you could not hear. You just turned to 
her reflection and you marvelled at her mirrors. The curiosity in your awe seems 
to be my greatest flaw. For no matter if I try, i simply cant stay in your eyes.
Was it the boy or just the man who had took me by the hand? Still I could not 
understand where you were going...
Now how idly I wait, with broken glass and sandy crates; at the feet of all the 
masses- lively maddened in their state.
Thanks for lines, and wasted time... for the tragedies in mind... and in the sea i 
hope to find... the peaceful swim i had in mind.

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Ameri Can

my head is full
my stomach: sick
my hands are made of lead
undermanned
underpaid
and surely overfed

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And Wishing You Were Here

the socially inept have taken over

the worlds no longer ours

ageless proverbs all but lost

on floors of dirty cars

pulling the pieces off dusty shelves

and out of broken jars

aiming beyond an ailing moon

to lose ourselves in the stars

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American, Not American, American

this is a one way street, kid.
why are you out so late?
you dont know what your sayin',
kid.

tell me what i am saying.

tell me what i am saying.

i drowned in the ocean 
i was swallowed by the sea 
for miles and miles 
thats all i could see

steal. dont steal. steal. dont steal.

still,
i'll should have learned to swim.

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Far Be It From Me

Here I can see him 
From miles I cannot understand
In a state of consciousness beyond reason
I wait.
A room of bars and golden lights
Tin cans and classical music
Far below my heavy words
I wait.
Here I can hear him
With seconds and hours drowning
Behind memories scratchy and skipping
I wait.
In the chilled pools of logic
In the motels of remembrance
Under the desks of burden
Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand

In shells of old
In clothes of new
In love,
I wait.

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With a Biscuit and a Breath

maybe we could get so far,

but i don't really care.

baby you can go or stay

but just dont leave me here.

i missed the exit, this i know...

you never told me where.

this message you left candidly

is bleeding in my ear.


falling for you is the hardest thing

i'll never have to do.

and anyway, before it began,

i was over you .