son, this is killing you. give it up, it will never cure anything. prolonging everything, leaving you half insane. doc, i say, it’s not that way at all. Scotch Whiskey will ease my pain, your medicine is not quite the same……..
Tag: Poetry
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slowly going, last defient stand, the calendar will eliminate that….warm weather will be welcomed then…………….🌄
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laughing at any little silly thing. smiling innocently. making me believe in everything…..
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half way in between the middle and up and down. a place so fine, you’ll never leave. electric guitars 🎸 rock and roll stars 🌟………
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never ending mysteries, made up history. sold unconsciously to believers of anything. absolutely astonishing….
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tweaked and manipulated. pushed and pulled. it’s progress i’m told. it works perfectly, we’ll change it anyway. never let it be…..
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expecting you to disappear, away from here and everywhere. my mind is expecting to fly so high, so far away from here….
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sometimes it’s so clear i see for miles. other visions last for seconds. resembling fire flys. flickering sideways….
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full moon madness, exactly that. yesterday’s world has disappeared, replaced with no trace. without any tommows. madness will surely follow……
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singing with the radio on, nice and loud. thinking of her voice, eyes and everything else. smiling to myself. damm that girl drives me crazy. looking up, veering sideways past the chickens in the ditch, thinking maybe I’m hallucinating, not just daydreaming….
Escape Reality 