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  • Freedom.

    by msfullphat @ 2008-04-21 – 08:21:18

    who else am I
    that I do not spend every waking hour of every day here
    with my words and the melodies they play?

    what sought of tuneless misery am I embracing
    shifting meaningless from one foot to another
    paying and displaying such a cursory respect
    to my life
    to being
    A live.

    exhibiting such a lack of discipline
    waiting for who to say
    it can begin?

    as if I am only allowed to be
    more than I currently am
    when some-one other or something other
    tells me
    permits me

    I have no chains
    other than a shrinking mind
    fearing rebuff
    I seek decline.

    How easily could I step and shake
    this flimsy shackle of self doubt

    I will try harder

    I will succeed

    that I know is all it takes
    and thus the future
    the me inside
    is freed.

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  • I do not know

    by msfullphat @ 2008-04-19 – 10:39:26

    and I went from the table to my son's bed. Laid myself next to him and gazed at his strength whilst he slept. and then just breifly I saw my own unravelling. If he were to die? his grandmother's eyes turned blank and grey upward beneath chalk white lids and her aged body shook and trembled on a precipice called death. She rturned to us , to help us fade that memory? Then why did it linger with me and let my imagination touch it to my my son's sweet grace. I do not know.

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  • just ask

    by msfullphat @ 2008-04-19 – 07:51:39

    capacious love,
    not quite extinct
    but tired , so tired

    endlessly waiting to give itself
    and it couod be you,

    just ask.

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  • 3 is the magic number

    by msfullphat @ 2008-04-19 – 07:49:15

    chill
    creaks at my shoulders
    hardening rocks either side of my throat
    my poor, sore throat.

    and I am laughing at my weakness.

    chill creeeping
    along, longing lines
    towrds my elbows
    rested here
    beside warm breasts

    and I am close to weeping

    children sleep
    in beds, on floors and sofas
    sparked around my house
    and I am covering, worrying, loving

    so afterall, who is mocking me?
    only me?
    lonely me?

    and afterall, who is mocking me?

    freeze and peel my skin
    suffer the silent din
    prepare to take control
    contradict me.

    and I am waiting to die?

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