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    STREAM OF CONSCIENCE (JUST VAMPING)

    looks like the gangs all here

    having a great time

    yet all we want to do is disappear

    so many voices in our ears

    few choices for you and i my dear

    except will we willingly volunteer

    to take a vacation from reality

    but it seems to me our reality

    was long on actuality short on congeniality

    hostile takeovers i beleive the word

    is provinciality

    we watched the sequentiality

    of our dominoes just fall

    so many fall out of favor

    and act appalled

    in my maturity i cant seem to recall

    a defualt mechanism to heal a love devide

    a schism me over here

    you on the other side

    refusing to submit our  pride 

    to raging forces of emotion 

    that refuse to subside

    no medication to prescribe

    when contractors cut down the tree

    in which our names were inscribed

    if love is such a funny vibe

    why is the laughter lost on you and i

    no need for mutual  replies

    nothing left to justify

    voices tend to amplify

    when small cracks in the rock of rages

    are magnified

    still i will remember your scent

    and all your smile used to  represent

    let others fall into the depths of dissent

    i hope you and i are quite content

    to accept the changes we underwent

    no can i come over do overs in this

    no need for one last kiss

    doesnt matter if we are chilled or pissed

    the world wont stop spinning for you and me

    maybe i should have been a nominee

    maybe  i couldve fell to one knee

    maybe the chablis

    was contaminated by our debris

    or maybe lately is after all

    after any addiction  comes a withdrawl

    i dont know im just vamping

    scrawling words with my quill

    listen the music has stopped

    the night is still

    yeah our vibe was always distilled

    straight no chaser no eraser

    like we both  prefer our spirits straight

    all the time i would berate

    all the times your words would grate

    no need any longer to concentrate

    fools  in or out of love cant dictate

    to the  supreme what he refuses to reinstate

    look here comes the crowd

    might as well smile no tears allowed

    when we leave no one will know

    of our whereabouts

    back to the crucible of living everyday life

    back to the reality of senseless sacrifice

    but for the courageous love is a vice

    that we willingly pay the price

    until..the quill

    is empty of thought

    • 29 July 2011
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