A million words, a million thoughts,
We've all been here writing till the end of time.
What new ones may have been brought?
It's all I can think of, did something happen?
Am I still original or am I out of line?

"Soon-to-be-victorious" you start the  song,
A dirge of memories past, till the very last.
The rhythm sounds like 'other time folk music,'
Played to an *****-like effect,
I guess you would be able to out-do my
Eccentric best.

Keep playing that well worn traditional back-days song!
You know I was here to **** you down all  along...

under escort, visiting life,
I'm unable to command modern times,
at least here I can be god of words.

Untrue

There's an answer that I'd like to know,
But you don't have to tell me so.
Forgive me if I need forgiving.
Do you need forgiving?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

I never see you round the courtyard.
We used to meet there every single day.
Is there a reason you don't want to see me?
I know your schedule hasn't change.

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

You used to walk right by my side,
And hold my hand throughout the day.
I wonder why you now avoid me?
Why is it now you stay away?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

without
a sound, you slide down,
poetic dreaming
screaming loudly.
I was so wrong

Be absorbed by lust, afresh & anew.
lose in passion.
But do no wrong to others, they’ll have
nothing against you. Keep your secrets a secret,
hold no resentment, curse
them. If they do you wrong, confide in a Demon.

mount despair,
beaten down, stumbling,
compassion for wasted beauty,
speaking for beauty of a generation,
loner

me

be different,
doesn't mean you're
right or wrong, the permission to hurt,
to
avoid,
just finding your place

A small white house,
A slamming screen,
A dusty yard
With tatters of green.
In-and-out,
Out I stand.
Seeing and knowing
Who I am.
I am a child.
The sky is clear.
Running, and voices,
That are not clear.
In this memory
I know your name.
I don't yet speak.
I know I love you.