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the ties that bind, ha-ha

i can be bad poet

street poet, shit poet

kind poet too

breathe out sorrow

body's movin' 
only provin' 
no one needs to move 

so from now all the bridges are burnt
a lesson learned?
promises broken
tender lies softly spoken

///throw out 
//blow up 
/hold in 

changes in you
changes in me
maybe it was never meant to be

no t hin g rem a i ns

i don't mark my time
with dates, holidays, faded wisdom
locked karma, whatever's convenient

show fine 
no signs 
grow blind

i am made by my times
i am a creation of now
shaken with the cracks and crevices
i'm not giving up easy
i will not fold
i don't have much
but what i have is gold

when i waken 
and i'm achin 
'time for sleepin'

will i freak/will i come down

when i'm sayin' 
time to go and 
i've been hurtin'

i can't speak

when i'm layin' 
i'm still trying 
concentrating on dyin'

asleep or d ea d 

go find a place for own shame

i sing in platinum
i dress in brass
i eat in zinc
let it pass

and you must changed 
patterns all we trained 
or n'er regain peace you seek 

i like you, love you, every coast of you
i've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones
low ebb tide and high, full moon
up close and distant
i read you like the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon
blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue

naked and blue

breathing with you
touch, change, shift, allow air
window open, drift, drift away, into now

i want Whitman proud, Patti Lee proud
my brothers proud, my sisters proud
i want me, i want it all
i want sensational, irresistible

this is my time and i'm thrilled to be alive
living, blessed, i understand
twentieth century
collapse into now