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Just killed a dream I fooled myself
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Moving forward isn't quite easy
Moving backwards doesn't help
Moving sideways might skirt debris
But it catches up to you eventually
Just killed a dream I fooled myself
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Just held another memorial for
Someone I loved deeply rooted
Just smiled another fraudulent smile
Knowing the facade isn't well-suited
Now I'm trying to exorcise the ghost
The very type that appears the most
Moving forward isn't quite easy
Moving backwards doesn't help
Moving sideways might skirt debris
But it catches up to you eventually
Moving somewhere beyond this mess
Moving somewhere beyond the stress
Moving somewhere that won't cripple me
Moving forward instead of staying stationary
Just killed a dream I fooled myself
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Moving forward is difficult as hell
It's something I've never done well
Moving sideways may very well skirt debris
But it always catches up to me, eventually
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Moving forward isn't quite easy
Moving backwards doesn't help
Moving sideways might skirt debris
But it catches up to you eventually
Just killed a dream I fooled myself
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Just held another memorial for
Someone I loved deeply rooted
Just smiled another fraudulent smile
Knowing the facade isn't well-suited
Now I'm trying to exorcise the ghost
The very type that appears the most
Moving forward isn't quite easy
Moving backwards doesn't help
Moving sideways might skirt debris
But it catches up to you eventually
Moving somewhere beyond this mess
Moving somewhere beyond the stress
Moving somewhere that won't cripple me
Moving forward instead of staying stationary
Just killed a dream I fooled myself
Into believing had some substance
Just drilled it home that I cannot
Take the path of most resistance
Just spilled another errant tear
For such protracted persistence
Moving forward is difficult as hell
It's something I've never done well
Moving sideways may very well skirt debris
But it always catches up to me, eventually
Literature
differently (v. 2)
i.
if I had known I would die tonight,
I think I would've kissed her.
I think I would've told her to stay with me under
the umbrella for just a moment longer
instead of letting her walk into her home
with a flash of a smile back to me
and a "get home safe."
I think I would've pressed that button on the handle
letting the umbrella collapse above us,
fall to the pavement,
let the torrential rain soak us,
and I know I would've kissed her
before she had the chance
to say something.
I know I would've let the rain just pour down on us while
we kissed there,
until she pulled away and laughed –
god, I loved her laugh –
u
Literature
Descended To The Yard (Updated)
Descended to the yard
Thirty men without jobs
Descended to the yard
Descended to chop logs
The damned winter
The cold misery
Away from women
Steps closer to the flames of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
Working for a long while
Sixty days to work hard
Thirty men in denial
The boss of our "corp"
Got us by the bucks
Away from love
The head inside the oven of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
There's no work left in town
Descended to the yard
Far from the world, shut down
I`m calling the great Satan
I know about the old legend
The one of the flying canoe
Please send us home, we know you could
I wanna fly in the firmament
See again, just fo
Literature
Straight Ahead
In keeping with the adage that says,
life is a road,
being in love is a little like watching someone walk away
and naively,
innately,
trusting that they will return.
Being loved,
and loving someone back,
is doing the hard thing
and never,
ever,
turning around.
Because being in love
means,
shouldering the burden of knowing
that the road ahead
is so very dangerous,
and not being cruel enough,
to let the other know.
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