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Wither and Tither

the people need more! more what! more coffee in the morning, i swear its the last cup


more effects, less noise, more earrings, he probably dint do it did he, less boys, just


more strangers in a strange land, shaking hands, that's what happens man, crooked


cock-eyed standing against time like death's shaken wind swept desert sand whipping


in the air torn battlions mist, fogged lense, first kiss, my dear, my dear, glad to see you


here, deader than a dead end street, snake bitten, for life dear friend, for the life of me


couldn't wait to see, blinder than the cloud strewn seething sky summer red augustine


eyes crying weeping at the scene tearing up the blasphemy throwing pieces for the


glimmer, shines in new light, new winter snows, that feels old like this, this is so that just


for the moment, just for the hell of it, just too much, roll it around a thousand times it


just is that way, and no one declines to find how to listen to the sun beams shining from


up above dashing through the cloud strewn seething sky like snow falling to hit and


shimmer oft each crystallized dew drop falling from the sky like rainfalls in the spring time


like in fall when the leaves for snow angels golden last moment last grasping hand grasping


at nothing again at meaningless lovers language just sit with that for a second just try


to understand before you open your mouth to show your teeth, dogs growling, worms


glow, starlit laid land passing at the moment of a lifted hand to breathe out smoke again


and find all disappears at the ever drifting scene, captivating, I try to see it for what it is not


what it could be, I try to live every second, a feast for death, we could have joined hands


bowed heads, who's turn to pray, who's playing, who's turn to laugh, who's joking, who's


turn to step up to the plate, who's throwing up, knees bucked, clutching the shaking frame


of bones laughing at the end of the world, dying for just one more taste of the high of


feeling absolutely nothing for years, a decade and then some of just absolution, just walking


the highways shoulder, extended thumb, talking to strangers in a strange land, ever ready


for action, it's not for everyone but its certainly incredible, eat it up, couldn't match the glove


held up to the light, never an easier thing said than done, never a second question, to every


conversation, to every single one speaking from one on up, I speak in tongues, I speak in a


language far removed, from thought, into action, forever a step away, trying to listen to


people speak like they know something, people trying to tell me something, that's been the


case, to a decade, to a and then some, to being held for ransom, to eating it up like cake


like mousa in a glass dome breaks through, arms and legs, aching neck of the flowers wilting


head held down staring at the ground walking aimlessly town to town street by street water


flooding just to run into walls and turn around and again, and again, to being addicted to


withdrawal so much so, pain is your best friend, wordlier wiser wisdoms from a wise wick,


match-lit candlestick, listening to the words spill from tongues of vicious languages that only


girls speak, girls worldly, girls whom have never stepped foot outside, girls who find, life is


to be lived, dear darling, dear darling, where have you been, and what have you done with


my mind, twisted inside, coiled round a diamond, snake-like, ever waiting, silent watcher


strike not the love stricken bell, have barely heard the sound of the heart dying, have barely


yet, crooked neck, more time lost than time has had, time like drifting snow in white spirals


of rose petals thrown, lifting the ancient wings, hovering in the sunlit stricken skylight cloud


less as the beams shine through and through shadow being hides in angles behind trees


ever running to somewhere ever finding release in another drink just one more song just one


more empty glass one more sing along one more please one more thank you one more


begging hand to eat, needing just a few dollars to keep going for the week, where to sleep


find thyself in a better man's shoes working endlessly as the sweat of the ages drips from the


forehead into eyes beaming at the strength of men to take time and turn it into something


mathematically, infallible, take time each day to know, find time each day to understand, and


seek only wisdom, seek nought the lifted hand, finger stretched, gifts from death, more


memories that open heart strings playing, the music arises in the mind, symphony of a


thousand and one times, drifting through the windswept sand, rises and falls again in tune

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