| The Sun Within
Even though it's raining outside and life is pretty rough nowadays there is a sun within that's shining through the clouds A sun in whose company
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| A Scar In Eden
In the early morning while the grass was still wet from morning mist the snake snuck into Eden Through a hole in the fence If there ever was a fence around Eden
The hole can be mended though
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| Inner Garden
Those gardens inside of us where we grow our ideas and dreams Whether foul and rotting
In the summernights
You're my neighbour
There is a dark corner
In the grass
Why don't you come over to my garden
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| I don't know if this is another part of the last poem or a new
one, but anyway... My inside is full of beauty
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| By a Fallen Friend
Your face is relaxed now finally the beasts are silent and the torment in their tow in which you were indulging The sun comes in
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| The Last Pages
Another cigarette burns another five minutes away another cigarette Five minutes they say The last pages
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| Before Darkness Falls
Love now before this day is done before autumn has come before it's too late to run into my arms mayflies on the ice
The last rays of sunshine
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| Love now
darkness is on its way freezing us into ice forcing us to stay on the surface of our little pond |
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| The Silver Rays of Night
Let's dance on a moonlit beach fast till time no longer has any meaning till the moon sinks into the sea like ice in golden whiskey Faster till the stars start spinning, blurring spilling their pale silver light upon us and into the sea spending themselves in the process giving us all their glory happy to do so Faster faster, madly spinning your hair intertwining with the silver rays of night And later spent, sleeping with the golden purple rays of dawn |
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| There is a tenderness
I lie naked before her all cracks visible And beneath them, hellfire |
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| I Don't Want Harmony
I don't want harmony I want claws to rip into my soul Tear me to pieces Please A happy poet
God
now I don't want harmony
Peace of mind
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| At My Most Beautiful
At my most beautiful I can see the harsh beauty of misery the beauty of rainy nights and windswept streets At my most beautiful
At my most beautiful
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| Soul To Soul
Another soul so close... Another soul like a warm jacket on your own Like me to you
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