another day of
living in this dream of
living in between
two places
another day of seeking
God's graces
(thoughts abrasive)
-this soul: vegetative-
another day of seeking
new ways
to face, each and every
shiny piece of trouble
instead of burying it in rubble
i'm seeking new ways
to face; life
and glossy pieces of trouble
and glossy pieces of trouble
polished and pummled
by the devil himself
by the devil himself
another day of
living in this dream of
living in between
two places
-one chases;
the other-
-fiction: reality-
(certain duality)
-one chases;
the other-
-fiction: reality-
(certain duality)
i awoke in the early hours
of the morning
i'm still mourning
the loss of the one
who's behind bars
some place far- far- far
away from here:
some place:
I don't know where
I don't know where
too many unpublished poems
too many thoughts unvoiced
too many secrets to keep
too many times-
I made the wrong choice
I made the wrong choice
i never had a choice,
the choice was never mine
now I've got half a mind
the choice was never mine
now I've got half a mind
to expel (the entirety)
another day of
living in this dream of
living in between
two places
(hidden traces: of eternity
of heaven and hell)
exist-can't you tell?-
man, can't you tell?!
I awoke in the morning
to the sound of troubled voices
outside and outside I thought
am I asleep? am I awake?
am I alive? have I already died?
so i stuck my head out of the window
half dazed, they looked up at me,
un-fazed, they looked away
another day of
living in this dream of
of living in between
two places
funny and strange
for the day- it hadn't even begun
for the day- it hadn't even begun
spiritual malaise; hadn't even sung
it's oh so familiar tune.
you're right, ima loon.
-proper-
