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my own confusion...
some more pomes...

some people just don't know when to quit...

i quit to win.

'hup 2'

yonder go the soldiers of subservience
marching off to wars undefined
born to live, they live to march and answer
-not a question, but an order
following the grooves in the road
laid down by dead and buried nameless
and nameless being blameless
for they only followed orders
-building borders
for the nameless next to heed
listen to their battle cry:
"NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS!"
as they shout it out aloud
there's no reply
but the reassuring nothingness
will echo deep within the nests
that hold the inner eye
and keep it safe, aenesthetised
an infantry, too fat to fly
from eating while it's sleeping
feeding on the dreams it dares to dream
between the marching and the marching

more songs!!

'slide'

My daddy died tryin' to provide
for you and i
so we could fly
our souls supplied
They killed him cause he stole a slice
of American pie
He would not lie
the bastards hung him out to dry
chorus:
I'm no provider, i'm no slider, i'm no saint
But i'll be standin' here to catch you when you faint
from the weight of it all
My voodoo rag doll

I think it's time to see the light
that shines on you
that sees you through
Baby Blue
You'll see, the light that sees you through
sees through
sees you true
lights up every thing you do

chorus

There's seven deadly sins built in
to every eye
so shut them tight
with all yr might
Or you might see the mirror
right in front of you
yeah, you're one too
The Light's so bright it's blinded you...

'valentine's day'

Merciless leech
Siphoning the voice from my heart
Stealing my words, my thoughts
In the dark warm quiet that almost never was
Only One i learned to trust, and trusting
Opened up my secret soul
My treasure, my seeds
The blood of many battles made them grow
Protected until now
By ancestral bones and steel-hard memory
I realised, too late, the face i trusted
Was just a clever copy of my own
Covering an emptiness that cannot create
Pale green eyes that only TAKE pictures
And by capturing claim posession
Of a thing they cannot keep or hold
A thing that lives, and gives, and IS
and knows
The color of envy and of jealousy
In the mirrors of the soul
Of a scavenger

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