December 29, 2010
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Maybe tonight is the night
When my pain will cease for good.
Maybe tonight is the night,
When I will end it; maybe I should.
Maybe tonight someone will notice
The chains that I am bound by.
Maybe tonight all this pain,
Maybe tonight, maybe it’ll all die.
Maybe tonight I will find happiness,
In a place far from here.
Maybe tonight, finally,
It’ll all become clear
Maybe tonight I’ll pick up my blade,
And put it to my throat.
Maybe tonight this will mean something,
This poem I wrote.
November 15, 2010
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With our hearts wrapped in Saran-
Are we here to hear hollow words
or sincere verbs taking flight to fan the silence?
damn the silence!
as it smothers the violence of a ghost locked and chained
in solitude engaged in caged enraged soliloquy
the words reaching out like desperate hands
gnarled and grasping for even the lightest featherlike touch
well deep within digital prisons
snarling and gasping across chasms from our telephones
too afraid of voices making us three dimensional
intentional connection scares us crawling back into the void
avoidance fits us so well
well worn torn and wholly alone
©M E M/ 2001/ Space Faktory Musick/
Random Axe of Blindness/QueerNotions/
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