the relevence of my words
is not present in nouns and verbs
i am not meaning
but light made into passion
made to fashion new clothes from this
all too human skin
maybe i'll give it to the emperor
as a wedding gift
and forget the myth -- he'll be fully dressed
to impress drop out constituents and
absentee ballots
this isn't political this is personal
and i don't expect payment
or a wife at home
waiting to ask how my day went
i only expect to live and
die -- and i might not even be
living so well
maybe this heart is just
death's abacus nestled inside my chest
i'm not sorry if this depresses you
now we have something in com
I'm just putting something up that I wrote in college a while ago.
It didn't mean anything then.
This sort of stuff just falls out of my head onto paper sometimes.
well it means a little now given my current situation.
it's not exact. I wrote it long ago. read it slowly and absorb it.
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What is the point?
What is next?
What are you looking for?
What would make you happy?
Why aren't you happy now?
Is the pain and anguish of life really worth it in the end?
Will you ever find what you need to make yourself happy
and realize that is was all worth it in