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If I could erase, wipe the tears from your eyes, I, of pure ignorance at the time, of what you felt inside, I see today, that I was not wise, an..

The newspapers sit scattered across the coffee table, the empty ashtray, now used for decoration, we did quit some time ago, now the cloud..

Oh the sound of stars, majestic in their waves, wished upon by dreams, of dreams and destinies, a universe in its simple symphony, sacr..

I can feel the cold, today, my ego on hiatus, not caring or trying to find a way, nothing really mattered yesterday, though some would sa..

My senses dulled, stifled, is my drive, but I'm still alive, I am still alive, left upon the fences, stripped of my defenses and oxygen de..

I wait with a vibrating ear and if I veer into duality, a new reality, remember I am still here, If I disappear, connections interfere, ..

You may find me around the corner or on the other side of the fence, a silent spectator, my words in increments, to random events I may ca..

It could have been the use of drugs or a lack of love, a father who didn't bother by an unbroken cycle, trying to find faith in himself inside a..

I miss the simpler times, when things didn't weigh, and we could play until mom called us from the window, when it was dinnertime, scrap..

We laid together, talking about a world without solidarity, the ashtray overflowing, clouds pouring its Sunday rain, a room collecting ..