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Times are hard, tougher than I could imagine. Every long day and lonely night, I am haunted by the mistakes of the past And losing my most precious treasure.
Too many times, I took us for granted, Never dreaming the foundation of my life Would slip away in terrible tragedy I was too weak to stop.
We were supposed to have Many years full of peace and joy. The time we did have Was far too short and quick.
Now, I'm left without you, Forced to live on alone. There is a hole in my heart And my soul is shattered.
It's impossible for me To read the words I wrote for you. Each one is a reminder Of that which is gone.
I hold on to each memory, Never wanting to let one go. It's all that I have left Of the life I want to return to.
I will forever be yours, That's a promise I intend to keep. There will be no replacement, No one will take your place.
Together we were better Than when we were apart. Never is that more true Than right this moment.
Somehow, someway, I will live on, Even though the pain I feel Will never diminish And peace is out of reach.
I would give anything, everything, To have you back, to have you here. I want to hold you again, kiss you again, But that is for my dreams.
Rest now, my sweet angel, I wish you're watching over me now. I won't forget about you And I'll never stop loving you.
The girl is hot tonight. And I can’t believe my eyes. With her last single breathe. I promise no to cry. Because you are the one. Who I’ll be with forever. And take my life, complete it. With my… life for you.
The fire alarm goes off. Let’s burn this city down. Children run everywhere. Hoping is never found. I take my life and see. The better things I know. With one fucking gasp. I hope this is not old.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
With this I say. Come one, come another. I hope to stay. And see the things that are forbid. My love for you. Is only taken from a bottle. Why can’t you see? That we were meant to be?
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
I love you. Why can’t you believe me? I love you. My promise to you.
I got really interested in Shakespearean sonnets a while ago, and this came from a missed opportunity:
Of Conception and Execution
Of wandering the darkest depths of doom, And forging paths that others ne'er will find; Where Hell and Heaven both stagnant entombed Are spurred by restless tremors of the mind,
Of scorched crags of jagged indecision Which poise, blood-stained, as stark and yearning jaws; Where aimless blind men stand, awaiting vision And edging closer to the darkling maw,
Of hope forced up a Sisyphean tor, To plummet far past indecision's heat, And find the paths are one to Satan's door Which both begin and end 'neath idle feet.
Of those who ponder 'til lightless flames glow In consummation - thinking makes it so.
I think therefore...
Humans are three parts, the soul, the etheric, and the ego. The ego defines who we are in the vestige we chose before birth in order to be. With that vestige we also chose a defined personality. Our thoughts are the sum total of that personality. We think a certain way, therefore we are that certain person. This changes with every incarnation.
All a gift. This connecting. Very special!!!! I would birth a thousand children!!!!
Times are hard, tougher than I could imagine. Every long day and lonely night, I am haunted by the mistakes of the past And losing my most precious treasure.
Too many times, I took us for granted, Never dreaming the foundation of my life Would slip away in terrible tragedy I was too weak to stop.
We were supposed to have Many years full of peace and joy. The time we did have Was far too short and quick.
Now, I'm left without you, Forced to live on alone. There is a hole in my heart And my soul is shattered.
It's impossible for me To read the words I wrote for you. Each one is a reminder Of that which is gone.
I hold on to each memory, Never wanting to let one go. It's all that I have left Of the life I want to return to.
I will forever be yours, That's a promise I intend to keep. There will be no replacement, No one will take your place.
Together we were better Than when we were apart. Never is that more true Than right this moment.
Somehow, someway, I will live on, Even though the pain I feel Will never diminish And peace is out of reach.
I would give anything, everything, To have you back, to have you here. I want to hold you again, kiss you again, But that is for my dreams.
Rest now, my sweet angel, I wish you're watching over me now. I won't forget about you And I'll never stop loving you.
The snow settles on a field in front of my house and as I watch it descend I imagine bones in the sky, grinding against each other and shaking ash over the earth.
I open my mouth and let the acrid ash lace my tongue. I do not speak, my lips have gone numb – the cadence corrupt.
The universe stretches out, long eons of dark-matter lattices, plagues of hyper-civilizations escaping entropy – the disorder increasing in space.
I do not wonder about god, for if she exists, she is a f u c k i n g psychotic, a twisted and disfigured corpse who makes us eat the dead flesh of some thing, had we known, we might have loved. Perhaps the pig, all ruint in s h i t, layed in an open field and dreamed of flowers opening to snow and loved, again, it is gone.
Every day is a blessing, I know, I know. I had to kill again, not for pleasure, but for health. And again, some thing had I known, I surely would have loved.
The snow settles on the field in front of my house, and as I watch it descend I imagine the swine I ingested turning in my gut, taking nothing with it, not even the flower opening to snow.
I believe in holes way up in the sky Where christ and the devil pray on angles wings and ask quetions why Same as you and same as he Nothing better do but to disagree A common place, name and face, hell a common enemy
We would run like scattered pelets from a shotgun We would hide like mice from men with traps and lock ups We would dance in the streets like it was our last feast Always knowing the judgment wasn't on us
Yeah, I believed in a thing called love and trust But so many people and years turned it to rust So melt I will, in the pits of hell where I stand on trial A man of myself, a man of my on freedom no more Where is the love, where is the peace and where is the justice in our world
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I wrote this while sitting in a holding tank a few nights back for drinking and driving... Well, in my head sort of but the rest came later. The things you'll do when you're drunk and looking for nothing better to do, LOL!
Balt~
P.S. I was only in there for a few hours too... think about the years so many set in there. Too much to think about, I dunno... I was ready to bust down walls. Not a good place to be. At all.
Wow I love this, Balt!!!
And you wouldn't believe what I learned today that relates to your experience and is going to wind up in the next OWC.
I'm glad you only wound up in the tank and didn't have to learn the hard way.
This is kind of poetry. It goes to the tune of The Beatle's 'Let It Be'. I was inspired while writing my 'alternate' Halloween script,
A JEFF READ
When my script is giving me lots of trouble There's someone to help me...A Jeff Read And in my format darkness he will shine a light upon my font Help me find an answer...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Email words of wisdom...A Jeff Read
And when my slugs are cloudy He will point out all mistakes to me Main location first...A Jeff Read I wake up to another posting Stevie, try this and see You can do much better...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Hollywood needs to hire him...A Jeff Read.
Apologies to The Beatles, and all lovers of sound.
Stevie, you character, you! Funny shit, dude. I will get my big, old ass out to see you in Australia. Seriously, don't be surprised, and let your wife know, so she doesn't leave in a tiff.
somehow, the plague got through the paper-thin veil stitched together of our prayers and (lamentations) burned a cigarette-sized hole, in which the single eye of a curious child would occasionally peer (blue, brown or hazel) it never mattered.
And, in a fit of sneezes - stained cherry red welts, like lesions, on her pale cheek, “a kiss before leaving,” she said. and I knew what she meant.
She wanted to take all of the snow and drown the sun - bury herself in immortality. burn away 100 billion births before hers before any of us had curious eyes peering through paper-thin veils.
This is kind of poetry. It goes to the tune of The Beatle's 'Let It Be'. I was inspired while writing my 'alternate' Halloween script,
A JEFF READ
When my script is giving me lots of trouble There's someone to help me...A Jeff Read And in my format darkness he will shine a light upon my font Help me find an answer...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Email words of wisdom...A Jeff Read
And when my slugs are cloudy He will point out all mistakes to me Main location first...A Jeff Read I wake up to another posting Stevie, try this and see You can do much better...A Jeff Read
A Jeff Read A Jeff Read A Jeff Read Hollywood needs to hire him...A Jeff Read.
Apologies to The Beatles, and all lovers of sound.
Stevie!!! I can play a few chords. Enough to sing these words at home. I used to sing and chord"Let it Be" to friends at school in between the pranks I liked to pull at recess.
INDEED!!! It's a joy to have our Jeff here. And we love our Jeff read!!!
Stevie, you character, you! Funny shit, dude. I will get my big, old ass out to see you in Australia. Seriously, don't be surprised, and let your wife know, so she doesn't leave in a tiff.
I'm going to have to write me a poem here soon...
Jeff, maybe we CAN really get together in a crazy Halloween Party. But we'll eliminate any killing and "shoving up the "*#!" unless it's between we consenting adults with enjoyment the intention of the outcome.
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