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after the dive bars
and sinking relationships the shaking madness of mornings after drenched journals jaundiced damsels frozen sunflowers ruined dinners madhouses jails rehabs detoxes abandoned houses haunted cities... where were you? where are you? how much is your bail? while youth gets an old and bitter steak knife pointed towards its carotid and rich men with large, cold beds sink deeper into their doomed philosophies and try with their mangled sincerity to defame the romance in our recklessness and the creativity in our cruelty can you remember ever wanting any of it? or wanting a life at all? for all my lovely words i have loved nothing goodbyes out-of-tune on strung out vocal cords trying too hard grasping at cleverness collecting my bottles in the backseat so i can give them to the homeless man who rides his bike around town he recognizes my ugly car now you are beauty and horror hell's reluctant kiss the lisp of an infinite wisdom they can have the world while i count the days until you can recall with joy how we've already poisoned what we inherited so young |
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Edited by
kc0003
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Wed 12/19/12 11:11 PM
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"...and the creativity
in our cruelty" "...for all my lovely words i have loved nothing" i like the whole piece, but these made me stop and think great lines great delivery! |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 12/20/12 12:10 AM
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where were you?
where are you? while youth gets an old and bitter steak knife pointed towards its carotid and rich men with large, cold beds sink deeper into their doomed philosophies and try with their mangled sincerity to defame the romance in our recklessness and the creativity in our cruelty can you remember ever wanting any of it? or wanting a life at all? for all my lovely words i have loved nothing trying too hard grasping at cleverness they can have the world while i count the days until you can recall with joy how we've already poisoned what we inherited so young PP... I really appreciate the clarity you bring to your voice... and our eyes... our hearts to connect... your creativity inspires me to envy.. shame on me.. but I love your work.. 
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You bring the true realities of life to the forefront in your words PP..Awesome...
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after the dive bars and sinking relationships the shaking madness of mornings after drenched journals jaundiced damsels frozen sunflowers ruined dinners madhouses jails rehabs detoxes abandoned houses haunted cities... where were you? where are you? how much is your bail? while youth gets an old and bitter steak knife pointed towards its carotid and rich men with large, cold beds sink deeper into their doomed philosophies and try with their mangled sincerity to defame the romance in our recklessness and the creativity in our cruelty can you remember ever wanting any of it? or wanting a life at all? for all my lovely words i have loved nothing goodbyes out-of-tune on strung out vocal cords trying too hard grasping at cleverness collecting my bottles in the backseat so i can give them to the homeless man who rides his bike around town he recognizes my ugly car now you are beauty and horror hell's reluctant kiss the lisp of an infinite wisdom they can have the world while i count the days until you can recall with joy how we've already poisoned what we inherited so young The stark rendition of a childhood sacrificed by the blind hand of shallow arrogance and indifference dumbed down from years of a "keeping up with the Joneses" parenting style made me cry...The bitterness, though understandable, should be reserved for old men and old women who no longer have the ability to rise above it and make fools of the fools!...Magnifique!
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Really loved this one PP. A snapshot of the world today. You make me feel the deterioration.
I especially appreciate these paradoxical lines of truth: you are beauty and horror hell's reluctant kiss the lisp of an infinite wisdom |
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