Living In The Dark Ages
Living in the dark ages
I know you love dark ages I know we got nowhere
History’s lost stories
Crying on the torn pages
I know you love to write it there
Something makes them so fragrant
I love them, but I’m scared
-s’s.
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"Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it."
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
I say what I say
I like whatever I see you say, whatever has been coming out still
still I paid in full
debt, death, or rent annulled
I can bring down anything, you don't concern me
you don't concern me
don’t hand me my deeds
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
you're so busy, so that's why
and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?
can't be yours, can't be torn,
can't feel the good and the bad, nor tell them apart.
can't believe my hands when I reach for you and feel your heart
as I’ve seen you last
driving into the milky way
with high hopes of calmer place
As I’ve seen you last
staring down the world into oblivion
city inside a city
eyes within eyes
dream of a dream
-s’s.
disillusioned by folk
belittled by war
where it comes behind
it will surely go
-s’s.
since what went by was a lonely thing
and it never occurred to anybody
of what it could be and how it would leap
over there. over your head and into nothing
the abyss? is that nothing?
the cliffs? the subtle seas,
the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier
and it comes down to crush the rocks
the mountains too
I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else
-s's.
I have a lot of ingenuity
I have a lot of questions between alternating waves of seawater and poison
I have become swept up under a darling cove
And darkness awoke, something I know
-s’s.
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