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Separation from that which is me,

Formless and empty, hovering still water
Shadows of death scarred ever gently,
Plauging first born fruits, oh precious daughter
Birds of prey left scrambling for cages,
Night robes washed of indifference…

Creep 1: Mechanical Animals are fighting your battles,
while Dolls in the playroom feed off your matter!

Creep 2: Battered wives lead bladdered lives,
while catching and fetching cold cleavers and kniv…

before i knew i was out of control…..

Great art is corrupt, Ed
b[u]y the con artist
The art of so called
least resistance
A necessity

This gentle figure could be seen
From any hilltop near.
Descending toward the drinking place
Where no human dared appear.

with your loving heart in mind
my shadow on your grave looks like a keyhole
into the earth
*
(for ben white)

retreat from intimacy…
a familiar flight
into a dark hole
that shrinks in a flash
of timeless separation from everything…

always had this scream inside
needed just an instrument
to let it go
innocence settles
experience distilled
and when the craft was just
about ready to be
reformed
all he needed to
was blow

i am my brothers ke…

I so dearly miss
those warm summer days.
The ones where our shoulders
didn’t slump from the weight
of the new days to come.
You and I were alive back then,
we shrugged off our worries back then.
But n…

Futility framed
with f-words
Foiled in finity

Always I’ve been interested in people and things
But still, I don’t like to think of myself on these terms
As thick as thieves, I have a secret plan to…

Dusk in the valley,
and the highways
are still,
like the arteries of
a corpse.

I hear the howling wolves
Sing their song
Preparing for the feast
Of the night
I fear my death
I fear my end
Is this it?
Is this end
They are here
All around me
No way out
They want me
They want to rip me ope…

If you’re looking
For the ashes
Of Sheffield, Amen
They’re painted into
Corners, halfway under
ground

Yeah, I’m reheating the imagination
Of the tortoise and the stone
While the child of …

I shall not want walking the plank

Adultery and theft are the mothers of invention
The love of money, the root of all evil
But ignorance by far, is the guardian of us all

No one can meet the king
Whilst naked, not even
The prince of darkness
And the prefect of
the one headlight

So, keep a good set of hair
Rosie, and always carry a lot
But for goodness sake
Whatever you do d…

To see the
Snowfall
Is maybe to
Understand the Nature plan
And how that
Simple H20
Undergoes all its
Changes just to make
A snowflake
If we just took
That extra moment
Right when a snowflake
Was about eminent t…