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Her SmileI met a girl for the first time today,
Though we knew each other's past;
We talked of life's adventures lived,
My words spoken too fast
I impressed her with my artwork,
She impressed me with her smile;
Sitting next to her I felt a certain calm,
Much to my heart's denial
Pen to paper has never been this hard
My mind feels like it ran miles
Though I dare not tell her how I feel
Risking never again see her smile
Going AroundHey, how've you been?
It's been a while.
Heard you became a slut.
Who did I hear that from?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Just something that was going around.
Apparently, not as fast as you!
Cock-eyed and crooked
Out of the corners
Powerful and expressive
They linger for recognition
Flags for the shy
Ghost of the CloudsIt covers the scenery like a gauzy shroud;
It adds tension and mystery
To the flat and static;
It can lighten the dark,
And he can darken the day;
It clings to the buildings
like a spider-web
but leaves not a trace
when you brush it away;
Fog can lurk
And fog can flow;
It is something present,
Fog is the ghost of clouds
And the spirit of fallen sky
Fog is shy
Always overshadowed by that jock
Of an afternoon sun
Or that bully
Of a mid-day rain
Fog does not dictate your dress
But merely suggests
You don a coat
Mr. Con D. Insation
Freedom WillingThere you sit, off in a corner
Talking in speech, foreign to the foreigner
Laughing and smiling, you shake about
Ever so suddenly you let forth a shout
"Ah!" You cry, like suddenly knowing
All the while, my curiosity growing
What must it be like, to be dealt such a hand?
Trapped in a body, like the shell of a man
Odd from birth, outcast as such
Life flew by quickly, like silence from "hush"
Death for you, brings freedom willing
As my eyes feel the water building
But go you must, you're owed that at least
You were never allowed to sample life's feast
As the autumn leaves lightly fell
You bid us all good-bye, farewell
But in mind, Joel, you'll live on
Long, long after
Your laughter is gone
End of a CenturyDon't take me back,
I know it wasn't real,
Nothin' but some tom-foolery,
Like a top hat wearing seal
Send me off to my dreams,
Let the professor meet me there,
Tell him, me and Romey-boy
Will meet him at the square
Does the Prince KnowDoes the prince know what he would leave behind
if he were to die tonight in his sleep?
Does he know how his parents hearts would decline;
or how many ladies would weep?
Does he know of the quests and battles
he has yet left untouched?
Does he know of the legions of friends
to whom he has meant so much?
Does he know of how his brothers dreams would darken
wishing he could have done him right?
Does the prince know life is so much more
than a collection of days and nights?
Dusty BootsDusty boots
Tell timeless tales
Of miscreeds and
But also whisper
Of those few brave
Who righted them
Shape and mold
With the encircled
Like a pack of ferocious
Clip and clop
Like partnered raindrops
On a vast
Are too pointed
To make small talk
When sold new
With the men who resurrect them
Dinner at Rosetti'sShall we all meet up for dinner tonight
Where the crystal's been lit by violet light,
Where the butlers are all casual penguins
And all the coat-checks all named Huck Finn,
Ask Alice to dance in her bonny blue dress
Try the Hatter's tea while pausing to rest,
Disappear from yesterday
Let tomorrow sort it out,
Dinner tonight at Rosetti's
I heard the word's got out,
Be sure to wear your tails
And even a top hat too,
I'd ask my friend, the wombat, to drink
Were it not for those damn humidor blues
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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