I am getting older, and you are getting....

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To create is to know
Isn’t it?
To observe
Some thing has gone wrong
And you know now….

Like I did that day
Like I spelled it out for you
(I don’t want to remember)

The undone

So many things I had been so many things to see

So many
Tainted beings

That I laughed
I enjoyed the show
As I was the guide
And you would never be there
As my lips tickled your ear and fondled your brain
(I am sad inside, can you tell?)

It’s like
….
Walking along
To all the dollhouses in a row
Identical heaven; laid out, peachy keen houses
Perfect in their gaiety
You will see
Little severed plastic doll heads
In the flower beds

Perfect happy houses
With little happy people waiving
These are my signs

Reactive smiles
Bitter wolves in the cage
Pacing, pacing
Close your eyes son
And you say
(and I sing)
Tell me
That’s it’s nobody’s fault, nobody’s fault,
But my own

Oh yes.
You know you’ve tasted it in this light
But you are oblivious to the danger
You feel it but, it means nothing, fade into
This
Moment
Waste it all and wave back
Waste it all and smile
Never knowing the danger
That’s alright
I saw it for you
(I hate the pronounced innocence)
I can protect you
From this precarious moment
From this shag ghost world
That tastes as bitter as the happy singing grapes on the vine
Blame me
As you have always done
But I keep smiling like you are waving
This moment as we slip into tides out of control
(I will remain silent)