Some assorted writings

[ezumien]

2 30 am this time of night is a different world a different realm
it has its own behaviors, its own hopes steering at the helm
You sit alone in your mind, solitarily,
wondering what thoughts are like the taloned owl
You toss and turn in your cage, momentarily,
Wondering what thoughts in your mind are insecure and foul.

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Somewhere out there my dream
of the girl with the sweetest eyes
and her skin smooth like cream
her body tells me no lies

I sit every night alone and think
where is she, this dreamt ideal
and every time I slowly start to sink
because I know what I am to feel
is not felt.

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I don't have words tonight
just thoughts abrew
I don't have horizions in sight
just roads through and through
my scrambled logic.

I don't have my darkened oak shade
just whats most lacking
I don't have my pen to persuade
just clicking and clacking
of the device.

I don't have clear definitions
just cluttured conjunctures
I don't have any explanations
just meaningless departures
from whats real.