been a whilemaybe.
The Best CigaretteIs beside you Late at night With the memory of warm sheets Still fresh on my skin In the chilled air Just before the sunrise When light still seems Like an ancient memory Silent, oblivious Staring off in the distance At what neither of us can seeThe Best Cigarette
HomeNaked Sitting by a bathroom sink Vent fan: on Air Freshener: on Background noise: on Smoking a cigarette. Mother is clueless down the hall With her mind numbing TV and Spider solitaire Creeping through her dulling senses. Cat runs by outside the door. Imagination wandering to nights that aren’t so lonely. This is home.Home
One Of These DaysThe water will run clear As pure as blood The sweet songs won't be bitter And the letters in the drawer Will get sent I'll say love and mean it And he'll really hear it The buildings will shake And crash into the sea I'll watch from the roof Of a parking garage Just north of where the destruction begins And ends A last cigarette burning Last smokey breath And dive on a whim into a sea Of old pictures that Haven't been taken yetOne Of These Days
Screaming EyesAt first, looking at her You’d never know All the pain she’ll never show The way she carries herself The way she walks, the way she acts You’d never know The joy her life lacksScreaming Eyes
Hidden in amber pools of light There’s a sadness that comes out at night And she’s laughing on the outside looking in Putting on a mask to hide her sins
As she runs worn fingers through her hair She screams out loud For someone to take away the despair The way she stares You’d never know How she has no one who cares But she won’t let you see Just ho
Suggestive
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"It is said that we are born from a quiet sleep
and that at death, we slip into a calm awakening."
-chuang tzu
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