rivers i can not cross
paths i will never travel
and the doorways
my shadow
will not darken
whoever weaves my time
on the spinning wheel
lightly strike me with
the lash of desperation
calm the tortured nerves i claim as flesh
sixteen years of a memory
still carved into my soul
break me into pieces
then make me whole
identity crisis II what i saw in the mirrormade reality crash downon my headi saw a body, a faceand...
86/16 i miss dial tones & dial-up tones & adjusting the rabbit ear antenna just so when saturday...
wait for it wait for praise wait for raise wait for politicians to live up to the promises they...
prayers spoken hollow words for the ones who were led astray singing softly deeply freely these caged birds pleading...
wistful thinking a hollow promise the fleeting touch of your lips when no one was looking clandestine meetings in...
slipping stereotypically clinging to crooked sanity not who i often appear to be cracked and slipping is the mask...
when that freedom calls from across the river wild horses could not impede my path never stop the beating...
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