Sometimes all a man needs
Is someone to talk to
But then, even that
Is too much to ask
Thinking and thinking
Till a headache is born
But then who’s there
Who cares… who cares
So silently a man fades
Into the endless darkness
Never again to find his way
Out into the open
All alone… all along
He craves the love
Many claim to have
For him… for him

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Like broken ivory
He’s tossed aside
With poison ivy
His heart is intoxicated
He feels and bleeds
But does it matter?
Who hears? Who sees?
Who cares? Who feels?
A tare in a wheat field
Destined to the flame
He desires salvation
But salvation even flees
Like everything else
Dejected and lost
To the mist of exasperation

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Gaze into the endless night
Hoping to discover
Even a glimmer
Only to see a diddly void
I pray to the Creator
Hoping my voice
Is not too weak
For my plea to be heard
But my wake up call
Is that “the heavens “
They say “help
Them that help themselves”

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Pain is a necessity
Through pain growth occurs
But that pain is forgotten after
Pain is a necessity
Reminds us that we’re human
Tethered to this frail mortality
Pain is a necessity
“Change and decay
In all around I see”
Pain by which life begins
Pain one way or the other
A true universal currency

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I bled
Oceans of blood and tears
I fled
The monsters and all my fears
I held
My head high or tried to among my peers
I went
On ahead still doing not my will but theirs
I cry
Day and night unending unnoticed yet
I die
In the darkest farthest uncharted depths
I write
With my broken pen and language dead
I break
In many shards of dangerous unwantedness

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Like the wind he comes and goes
Without a source nor end
Like a camp flame
He’s warm
Only until he burns out
Leaving to freeze
As the last ember loses its spark
And just like the air
He’s unseen and unheard
His presence only felt
When he moves
Like glass he breaks
Like ivory breaks forever
And he’s just like that

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He screams with his voice
In the way he walks and talks
He screams
He wails in his art
With his paint and his pen
He wails
He bawls in his being
His actions and his attitude
He bawls
But who hears ?
Who sees?
No one ever does
Until he can do them no more
But then it is finished

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What do we know
If not what has been told
What do we see
If not on what light is shone
What do we feel
Even that is not real
How do we live
If we have not the will
We lost something
Our core, important as it is
We lost it, why, who knows
Maybe it is good to be ignorant
It saves one many a trouble

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There they are, smiling
Ever so widely, as though
All is as it seems, beautiful
But bawling in all anguish
From walking on that “road”
Which supposedly leads to light
Maybe the others were right
Maybe they should never
Have made the journey
For they are their source
Of all dolor and woe
And if that journey is to be made
It is to be made in the fullness
Of the regulations
Which govern the land

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Accepted your heart
With all its thorns
Then let it hug mine
As I bled out
I felt the pain
But then
My heart is yours
And yours is mine
You have my love
And I have thine

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