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Being Enlightened
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I found myself lost in translation,
can't change the station,
it all sounds like Greek to me
and I'm not even sitting in Aliki boat!
HA! HA! That's an inside joke,
I guess it's outside now,
like my skin,
for all to scrutinize,
judge and criticize...
I wish I had pretty shoes
'cause my glance often finds the street.
I find lots of spare change, mind you
and I spin words
into something resembling poetry,
it feels like poetry.
It drips from my pen
like the sweet, soulful
sounds of jazz from the radio...
I want to haunt you,
I want you to see me shrouded,
look at me hazy and clouded,
like I'm in a dream,
like I am the dream
that you'd keep dreaming,
like the light
at the
end.
can't change the station,
it all sounds like Greek to me
and I'm not even sitting in Aliki boat!
HA! HA! That's an inside joke,
I guess it's outside now,
like my skin,
for all to scrutinize,
judge and criticize...
I wish I had pretty shoes
'cause my glance often finds the street.
I find lots of spare change, mind you
and I spin words
into something resembling poetry,
it feels like poetry.
It drips from my pen
like the sweet, soulful
sounds of jazz from the radio...
I want to haunt you,
I want you to see me shrouded,
look at me hazy and clouded,
like I'm in a dream,
like I am the dream
that you'd keep dreaming,
like the light
at the
end.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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I like it.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
I second that thought! Very nice BE! Smooothh.
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
Fuck up...the USA...
Look at me...I can rig...
The presidency!!!!
I want you to see me shrouded,
look at me hazy and clouded,
like I'm in a dream,
like I am the dream
that you'd keep dreaming,
like the light
at the
end. "
thank you for this most excellent poetry
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green