The 1% is about Nature

After the drought
There comes the rain
And the farmers stand
And cast their gaze
To storm clouds that rise
Above the barren land
To bring to life the product
Of soil and breath spent
Too long in the field.
So comes the waters
Into rivers. that flow
And overflow and are
Simply too much.
Now the farmers may
Watch the soil
As it goes to sea
To drown the life
It began.

1.18.27

So hour
Fly
By and let me forget
Just who I am
And what I yet
Am owed
By fate.
Such seems beyond
My reach
As so many times
I’ve merely brushed the wind.
What right have I
To rise?

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Time to stop being distracted. Blarg.
I really need to start writing stuff with substance. Goddamned fluff

"X is just to mark the spot, 'cause that's the one you really want"

Ever notice how it's all the same?
You fall into "right"
And there you stay
Till the story unclicks
And you go on your way.
The music shifts
To a ballad you echo
And it lights up your face
As we try to guess
What's behind the other's eyes.
So don't you see
If we've been here before
Then...
Then I don't know
If it's all the same
Might as well enjoy the ride

...

Please
Let's looks at what's contained
In so few
Beats
It betrays
The tumult
And terror.
And for a heart
Power holds and
Hovers.
Catch a lip
Tension
Patience now
Please

From the Child

Let's go again
Try harder
We'll get there, I promise.
Not that this has anything
To do with you.
My heart
My map
My life
...my...
You know.
That thought
The one that speaks
When lines unlock
It's here,
Let's go

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Cross your fingers
Count to ten.
You...
Oh if only you knew,
But you see,
I don't.
I've been playing games
But not this one.
I know the rules though,
If that helps.
Shit. Confusion.
FWCBB?
Oh god, lol.

Hmpf.

I've heard say say that words
Don't do justice to this world.
And I'm beginning to believe.
Maybe if somehow
I could meld these words together
Mix joy and comfort, laughter, light
shared, together, calm, right, real,
worth , warm, touch, revelation,
hold, clear, wonder, soar, new,
and Change
Then I could communicate
This place, this wonder,
(stop me now before I list again)
That exists
(say it, say it - but I don't wanna - SAY IT!)
withyou.

Maybe I'm Just Trying To Keep Up

Crashing and lighting and soaring
Come rush through these veins of mine
The power and tremble of fear
Assures me the the song is all mine

For lack of a sea, here I stand
Imagining waves in the grass
While soaring away from the keys
Come remembering stanzas of past

Now silence I say!
Crescendo to more
Know the sound while we write down the score

Break free at last
From those final notes
And with and leap and a bound to the sea

Handprint

So let's talk about fingertips.
The intricacies and whorls
The silent trip a mind takes to trace
The million valleys and loops.
When did I learn to read a soul
In such a small space?
And if our hands should touch
What would you tell me
Silently
Are you lonely?
I'd save you if I could
But this time
I've a different story
To follow, on a different hand

Just So I Don't Forget

Walk with me
Walking down a darkened road
We barely know but what we’re told
Thrown out into a street of dreams
Grand illusion and laughing screams
Glancing about, we hope to find
Some rhythm or some guide
Yet we wonder aimlessly, alone
Anonymous in the sea of swimming bodies
Lost in a crowded town.
I saw you looking around
I saw you waiting for the bus
You sat next to me
You asked for a light
And now I wonder just where you’ve gone
And if we’ll ever speak again
But I wish you the best
And hope you’ll walk with me again

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Another victim
Come here girl
I like your taste
Beautiful Imagination
And look at those legs
What a pretty picture
On your fair skin
Why don't you come over
And let me in
On your dreams
And your wants,
Your needs and your Lusts.
Come, come and show me
The rest of your soul
And let me purchase from you
For some gold
A taste of your mind
A glimpse of your thoughts
Come over, and show me these things
But i have found
Something to my liking
Your form itself
s a work of divinity
Let me take from you
Not a painting
But on this night
A taste of your flesh
A drink of your innocence
And most of all, your beautiful art
Its what i value most
Its what I'm here for
But your exquisite flesh
To feel and caress
It captivates and humbles
Its trace intoxication
A wondrous mind
And when the night is done
You come to find your art unexamined
Your clothing discarded
And in your hand
The first payment
Of the newly christened
and hardly painted
jezebel, her dreams shattered.

-Both by Andrew P