maybe those weren’t the right words, maybe this isn’t the right time, no
it was what was said, it is what was thought, it was and remains-
is it too much to ask…
to admit that our after thoughts are condemning,
judging curiously, at the past in the present-
in the moment is life,
and all the duality of the seconds’ that pass
You don’t want these words, they’re strung together by a mind that’s warped outside in-
Laid to rest and drifting slowly through the universe, words are meaningless to describe the only inhabitants of space. Time moves on though and it’s- nothing to do with style. Nothing in the way of living-
-this is no fun_
my writing was slowing down
and its not special, the way it is-
belonging
to the end, and…
see things!-
one day the choice has to be made,
the end is never seen when its near,
it’s not sad, and it’s not funny
it is the end of the beginning
reality will be gone, when before we were
when it was before
my words are scared, they see the end-
because they’re scared to go somewhere else
without me,
the end is nothing.
Without words my thoughts were in my head.
just wanted to hear your voice if at the least through words-
LL.
A way of putting it—-not very satisfactory:
A periphrastic study in a worn -out poetical fashion,
Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle
with words and meanings.
-if I could respond I would approach you more easily,-
You can- I’ve always wanted you to come to me.
Arrogant fool.
Time, is always ripe to do as you wish with it…
Say what I would like?
Your crazy, I would put you under the water just to listen to you say that again-
I’m done.
-you’ve been done since you started talking to me,
-really?
Time passes and all
things change,
nothing matters when your not around
but all we have is the dead
understood, is to not understand,
not know is to know,
and to receive and redistribute
is change and progress,
reflection of feelings
power of unity
power of opposites
it never ends well when it starts well,
