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Monday, November 07, 2005 how to write an annonymous poem..... by simon lawlor. their's was a style of writing that was a part of life, and not a result of it - not a prince's bed or a meal worth paying for - lets not be like that anymore - i try and forgive all my mistakes and even when im arrogant i can find reason to love myself mroe than you can - you're the same as me - upside and inside the veranda is wet and it's raining and the final straw is lost - like a needle in a hay-stack - and a methaphor for my life? no way! - you'll do it again and so will i, but i'll do it on purpose - i am swearing too much but laughing a lot more - i am two months away from beating myself up using and thanks to a tool (ohhh ahhh) that i find on those there streets - it's not my fault you're going to die and its not my fault you're a waste of time - but you're not - can you hear my thoughts - do you want to? - we make pi and don't blame me for your hard times - you are not a victim...yet - dont' write to me and tell me what you're feeling when what you're feeling has got nothing to do with what you're really going through - you're living someone elses dream, and i know it hurts, but i am the embodiment of the painful truth brothers and sisters - i will cause harm, yes, pain, yes, - [piss you off? yes - love you like no other? yes - appreciate you more than anyone one whose ever touched soil? yes - but for the greater cvommon good? - yes -i am here to discover what that is, and i must start with you as i must start somewhere - thank your existance for that one  the big shhhhh - my whole life - a thought and idea - and everything else we've forgotten - no more all the time, everyday - the two best things i can remember resulted from waking up in more than one way when i really can i can - what am i to do with what you have done? destroy myself? sacrifice myself for some lesser or greater good? im not asking anymore questions - mother nature - a single parent dying of cancer - drunken husband - children lost cause - and im given time? purpose and meaning, maddening thoughts driving my everysingle day, twice! -numbers and movements of time and space - moving starts - i wish i answered those questions, at that time, at that space, properly. streets run hand guns furthermore cellardoor peter piper drunken sniper furthermore cellardoor just cause female flaws wet flowers tall towers killer runs hand guns tainted thoughts suits in courts quiet thunder volume wonder phone loops elm tree roots girlfriend thoughts day of sorts waking up coffee cup axe and saw sandy paw how absurd frozen word lying kids rubbish lids windy crows power rows music plays all the times and music never works - music never gets tired, it just keeps playing - a song can never lie to itself - a song can never fool itself - a song can never try and be someone they are not - a song can never wear a mask - music never works, it just fits perfectly, (like the existance of all trees everywhere) but we add aspects and elements to music that were never intended - we spoil everything - but we can love - and music posted by Simon Monday, November 07, 2005 |
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