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To whom do we credit sanity in these times of gloom and wailing. A soul whimpers from exhastion while tin foil hat music junkies crowd main street with a lusty cries for a new kind of hip static. "Send us into another time a place, takes us away. Make us feel again. Spare no expense, we've been paroled." The scene rages into the night until clouds gather in the dark, overhead churnng unseen. The wind blows cold from the east and dampens the spirit of the occasion whet...

How hands betray the heart Limp and inactive With veins all purple and clotted Winding their way in an exact pattern to their destination Carrying life and all its poison in the stream Traveling emotions out to the fingertips Bleeding into the open air Giving justification to the pain inside Playing for no one to hear Just playing that sad song sweetly Sad melodies with the precision of experience How hands betray the heart

Along a narrow, crooked road With uneven shoulders And spotted gravel Did I walk with a androgynous clown figure painted in Dracula's face With sharpened teeth to prove the point Of some identity flaw totally lost on me Saw through windows of little shops The people of humble means Living a spectacular freaks existence in deference to the cold gathering All angle were odd And everything continued on ion a cycle of birth and rebirth All was in some shape dying and Returning Everyone bore faces...

On this dreary, secluded day I am called by the voices past I watch the stories retold Not through the eyes of clarity But through the eyes of remembrance I see the struggle to grow and the triumphs engaged the disappointments suffered And the freshness of my skin Before I aged All the moments pile up on my thoughts The innocence, the sin, the struggle The mistakes are combined and called experience and experience leaves me as I am today To Live is to engage in the warfare A war against the c...

Sometimes the sun calls me into its light and knowing it can't be understood it laughs Who has the power to grasp the concept of its creation? Creation, in part, is in the naming of the object Who has the last laugh when the sun ceases to matter after its setting Then the waiting begins for first light The dual nature of the sun, the light its gives it is the yang to the rains yin Without moisture it becomes a curse, but with it, becomes food for growth, and a blessing So sandwiched between ...