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Lycanthrope
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For the Best
Sometimes on sleepless nights,
when the threat of the morning alarm
looms over the night,
like a pin hovering over a balloon full of bees,
I imagine my best me and your best you
are still together.
We laugh at the same damn stupid things
we laugh about in this world,
but the things we can't blame on anyone else
are different somehow.
Your best head
is in my best arm,
and your best words
are whispered into my best ears,
and your perfect lips
are upon my perfect lips.
I cannot enter this world,
there is no password
or combination of actions
that will unlock it.
I'm not terribly upset by this,
as I'm not my best me.
As these thoughts pass through,
your hands are in another's hands,
my arm is draped over another brilliant
mess, with her own best worlds,
and we're all smiling.
These smiles aren't lies -
but a smile is too small and quivering
a thing to ever say everything.
And it brings me much peace,
considering our best bodies
moving in our peripheries
like cats under the night's blanket -
our best worlds walling us in,
like the shadows of our personal
and only gods,
running parallel
and cavorting and kissing perfectly
forever, long after we are gone
and the morning we owe others
has arrived.
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The space is like your diary, that nobody turned into a song. The song was never heard and nobody talked about what they didn't hear. The wind howled outside and the thought of not hearing the song that was never written left a blank space on the wall for something else. The thought police can be helpful in that way, they will be able to tell you where your thoughts are going wrong and how to think of the negative as the positive. What is put in place of something you think you wanted is covered up in the same way as putting it under a rug. The cheapest most orange foundation you irate on your face each morning that nobody advises you about is an example of what matters and what doesn't, the small white lie becoming a huge great blob on your road to happiness.
And so the feeling you were meant to feel was not something you know about but people settle at nothing to accept this. It's rare but it's also reliable if you already know about it. Having a fondness for those that willingly share what they have, caring little about what might be done with it. Finding yourself in a cold dark building not knowing what convinced you to be there, just something different that might help me, you thought.
As for the best of whatever is important, I myself would regard that as separating chairs from tables and friends from enemy's. What is meant by knowing or not know what is a or isn't the best? Gold is a better metal to hold your food in but it's the most expensive bowl I've ever seen and inside the bowl isn't food but oddly cut out words ready for some prankster to send to a cobbler with his back turned.
When it snows, you arn't the snow, the snow is the snow but when I tell you it's snowing, you go to the window to look at it. Then what?
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unhinged
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(i hope you are married
to a woman that
looks and acts
exactly how you think
a woman should
look and act
i hope she has given you
plenty of babies)
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babies are sometimes created for selfish reasons
I can see that people have them out of fear
fear of getting something serious wrong in life
but babies come with a huge amount of commitment
your life will never be the same again...
and what happens if that baby is sick or born wrong?
or the baby could be abducted or murdered..
then you"ll I've with this huge grief for the rest of your life.
nobody thinks of those things, they just think, i better have a baby because thats what other people do.
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no, i didn't marry her,
but i will in the spring time
when the tulips come out
and when the baby birds go tweet tweet.
Then I'll buy her an ice-cream
and ask her to marry me.
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