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Knocking on doors
Wondering if anyone cares
My umbrealla flipping and my mind going with it

The rain mists my face
The clip board chained and anchored to my arm
Slam slam, waves against a ship
A belief system as small as a skiff

No no no, I'm living beyond my means
Besides I don't really care
Don't bother coming back

I care, isn't this an awful state of affairs
I will be there tell me when and where
Here have a glass of water and be off with you

Let me flow and go
And then we will be free.
If we are?
Then we were meant to be.

Every song in my heart finds it's true place
Among the stars I wonder
As they floats into space

If you will love me
No matter where I am
Look up to the sky and through the grains of sand
Each, like me a promise holds,
Of a future bright or a past so old.

Indifference followed me home
And knocked upon my door
And rung the bell
So it did begin to yell
Love brushed past in a blur

*Then walked right out the door*

Two fold came the knocking,
And now I stood alone
I bit my tongue and faced alone the guest
I was avoiding

A scene that was familiar
I asked indifference in for tea
Kir said it did not matter
I figured this would be

......as such

I thought I had an ally
but they suddenly had to go
It seems my allie became an enemy
And my friend became my foe

Mediocrity unfolded
My heart began to bore


(I can't finish this because I am feeling unbearable indifference in the worst possible way.)

I can't hear you, your too far away.

All the words that are forced through my heart
Come out in micro mintue peices, ground into dust
Dust that can be formed and clay baked

Oh be still past memories
You are in the past in a foriegn launguage
I do not understand
If only I had a rosetta stone

What are you feeling?
The wind isn't a sealed envelope
The message comes broken and undeciphered

The words get lost in smudges

Dear Book,
I miss you.

Smoke exhalation, swoosh
Like a louger down a snowy track.

I can hear it in the inhale,
Smoke like a grimy mans hand
Gripping his last penny on the horse track.

Mothers pushing prams,
Wedded baby bliss,
White picket fences undulating into head stones.

Dirty scribbly hands write,
Taking over the white and blue lined void.
Trying to ponder life entirely
In one stroke of a pencil

Scratching word lines on a paper,
Almost meaningless as the scratches themselves.
Words that snake away from me
Evaporating as the scribbles emerge.

The non- atomic free range human

I am a human
I don't come with a warranty,
Instructions, or Frequently Asked Questions.
I don't run on coffee
It's bad fuel.

I can't run 24 hours per day.
I need sleep.
You can't just oil me up and expect me to run!

I have boundaries, limits
I can change without reason
After all I'm not pre-programed
I am the only user, and the original copy
Version 1.0.
Not mass produced.

I'm not broken when you don't prefer my actions;
Don't try to fix me, there is nothing to fix
I am only changing, adapting.

There is no manual, none that I know of...
So you better count on us being incompatible sometimes.
Count on glitches and problems,
You are not slot A on Monday,
And I B .

We, I, Us, You are hyper dimensional, transitional and contradictory beings.

Here's to cheers to our mother

Happy birthday dear mother,

Your not dead yet

Your old, so im told

Really, truly, as good as it gets.

Your skin is wrinkled

Your style is a mess

But honey I heard you compete with the best

Oh mother dear

You're the third of eight.

Poets exualt you,

And philosophers postulate.

So on this day,

We make such a fuss

To us you gave life

A reason for lust

So thank you dear mother,

Here's to this year.

A billion more hurdles, 

And a trillion more fears

You keep on kicking, 

And going strong

Because without you dear mother

I simply...really... truly... can't go on