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"With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow@With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about
today until tomorrow
"

lyric, Mr Tambourine Man,
Bob Dylan
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Rebel troubadour, always resrless, asking the obvious,
with answers readily apparent,
yet no one knows them out loud

Here we are,
two old Jews,
crossing paths at our shared six point star,
we aware, we know, that the
questions will likely be there tomorrow,'for they
have always there come the morn,

so we do not raise our voices anymore,
indeed,
the questions grow up best when asked softly softly,
and the answers,
blowing in the wind,
are clearest, sharpest obvious when
whispered,

So,
~forget about today till tomorrow,
until tomorrow comes no more~

And is this an only love poem?
To be sure,
Be sure.

For only love is the bridge between yesterday,
Today, and Tomorrow,
No matter what!
Can we lay still and idle,
can we lay as close as possible.
Can our hands be intertwined
and our minds synchronized.
Do nothing, say nothing.
I think it just might cure me.
The clock stopped ticking
and the wind stopped blowing.
As you tighten your grip
i let myself slip,
slip into sleep.
Where i dream about
you and me,
taciturn and tranquil.
My insides burning,
my hands trembling,
my vision blurred
and my blues vanished.
All it took
was a thought of you.
YOU weaponized my desire for warmth.
Turning me into a slave.
Drowning my will to live.

YOU play puppeteer, while I play a puppet.
Turning my world ashen.
Changing my anger into compassion.

What a menace YOU are
for finding pleasure
in my despair.

No shame for my ardent love. Still,
No second will be spend
to reminisce about YOU.
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
We are way more in my mind
The most wildest fetish I sign.
But only be abled of dream
Is an unjustified punishment, I deem.
When haven't even touched his skin
How can i be,
Guilty of sin?
Guilty as sin, is the song that describes you and me
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