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    It's all the same [BEEP] but they call it clouddead
    I only got two hands and half a head

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    Sage Francis will be studed by future poets. [BEEP] Eminem.

    I was sweet on her
    She was sweet on Jesus
    We slept with a blanket barrier between us
    Master of her craft, I had her laughin' like hyenas
    When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
    Staggering genius in lace
    With the grace of a drunken monk
    The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
    But I don't dare ask her I just listen
    Switchin' to my good ear and adjusting my position
    As she discusses Ginsberg I listened and learned
    As she disperses his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
    Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
    She dangled that carrot then asked me:
    "What would Bukowski do?"
    Oh don't go there
    He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on

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    I got my mother into the music of Leonard Cohen. Before I gave her a CD, she had never heard any of his songs. Now she is a big fan. He is another one of these song writers who writes poetic words. He wrote this song in his later years. In the words you can see a couple go through life together. Their love still there. They are getting no younger. The end of love is death.



    Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
    Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
    Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
    Dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love

    Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
    Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
    Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
    Oh dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love

    Dance me to the wedding now, oh dance me on and on
    Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
    We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
    Dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love

    Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
    Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
    Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
    Dance me to the end of love.
    The Lovable Irish Rogue

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    That made me cry. Beautiful.
    This is the first Stanza of my favorite song-The Song of Bernadette-

    There was a child named Bernadette
    I heard the story long ago
    She saw the Queen of Heaven once
    And kept the vision in her soul
    No one believed what she had seen
    No one believed what she heard
    That there were sorrows to be healed
    And mercy, mercy in this world.

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    the loof is on fire!

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    The Past
    A definite nothing much
    Biproduct of the heights of flesh and such
    Net weight of one's ghost, got
    A solved version of a former you
    Not congealing on the ceiling of your present song
    As it's greys reach off into gone
    A bread end egg
    If ever there was one

    Nigh are those long gone bones on me
    Still you will to will to kill

    The Present
    The bread basket of choice
    The all mighty and bone holding now
    Where the day wears down on your direction and dive
    Dripping its sad math in the brief breathe slide
    Of every second sucked into the pearl that becomes you

    Nigh are those long gone bones on me
    Still you will to will to kill

    The Future
    The future is fully opposable
    Statistically there are no present plans of actions took
    That can truly and entirely ever affect it
    Nor set its effects completely to a certain more desirable strain of so

    In fact
    To the thinking thing
    It is a killer black
    An unpredictable and all devouring trap
    It is a hollow in the mind, begging to be let out and bleach the now
    Ignite the uquiets of the often fear-eyed and endowed skull
    Drawing the stinging things to mean
    Out like a present danger does the venom
    We are but a swarm of ants to tremble on its handgun
    The blood on its shield
    A single swallow to its honey-smothered winds of wield

    To it your death is a fact
    To you an axe

    Nigh are those long gone bones on me

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    "In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of the hiding place and let it be free and unashamed

    Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are the things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption. Encourage virtue in whatever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world. Ignore the obvious, for it is unworthy of the clear eye and the kindly heart

    Be the inferior of no man, nor of any men be superior. Remember that every man is a variation of yourself. No man's guilt is not yours, nor is any man's innocence a thing apart. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not men of ungodliness or evil. These, understand. Have no shame in being kindly and gentle but if the time comes in the time of your life to kill, kill and have no regret

    In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."
    It's the well water black of a digital clock.

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