Life lacks certain absurdities to make it more casu al. L L

frustration mounts two charged phones and a pepsi later the problem has not been fixed you speak their native language now translating would get you good money but you've spared every ounce of patience and even some overtime teeth grinding, pencil biting not quite yet to the point of dancing to the elevator music they play for entertainment you're just not crazy enough two hours of your life you may never get back they can never give back you are way passed the "s" word... a voice! A VOICE just an operator "due to extensive phone calls your waiting time may exceed 30 minutes please try again later or stay online" oh but its not quitting time. you dance and sing along the lyrics repalying constantly in your ear a hot cell on your cheek (surely you'll get brain cancer) thank-goodness your kitchen is nearby or you might've starved And just when you think life has let you down.... "Zank you fer calling tichnical sepport. My name is Julio O'w may I elp yew?" f u c k . L L

You are paper child you are white, you are delicate you come in one shade on one ream of paper that is how you were put here and that is how you will leave fear not of your ink stains, son we have written out your future kept it in the borders of the blue lines you are quite the piece of paper son dont let anyone tell you otherwise you were made with the finest ink, you know? ink that flew from the pen of a stock broker a lawyer and a doctor you are no blue collar worker you are a man of fine clothes and gold watches you are a man made of riches you are to be raised in a gold building with a lead door so no one may see you I tell you befriend the man with the cigar but do not fear him, do not anger him or he may one day burn you do as I say son, as I've learned from my father stay in your borders, marry any woman you wish- you want and life will bring you treasure beyond your wildest desire and it is desire that keeps the hunger growing so my son, do not eat too much.

The rain is my own heartbeat as I walk all of the old streets and fade into the concrete It was not meant to alarm you when the stars aligned in your favour. And I'll pull this card from out my sleeve to show you I'm a cheater and the devil thats inside of me could beg for nothing sweeter Sit me on a long beach fill me with your concrete lies and stories that have no end and no point to make it to rob me of the soul I bargained and take the smile from off my face mount it on your wall to remind your guests to wipe their feet Kiss my head and brush my cheek paint a portrait with your feet its not as if you havent walked all over me before frame me, give me a backbone etch a look onto my face pour some sweat into my pores and inflate my lungs to breath again Write a letter and leave it beside a blanket and some tissues sign it with your name so the next person will know who did the work

My friend with the stars in your eyes will you be my surprise if tomorrow never comes? Will the moon bring you down from the clouds in the sky and can you stop the tear drops before they touch ground? Could you talk to the sea send whispers to me bring a breeze to the trees and honey to the bees? Can you wake the flowers with long May showers and promise that the rain will never end. not done

Turn Ignition on position the climax at a rough trasnition the knot the broke the line that severed the heart that wasnt loev endevoured Changing gears Wiping tears Trading apologies for fears the ship that sunk the treasure gone a battle fought and won by dawn Stop at red No words said... a break before the turn ahead the eyes that pierce the shoulder cold A dealers turn to sigh and fold Make a right Squeeze in tight Everything will be alright Its getting dark place in park lovers flame or just a spark?

We'll have confession at 8 where all the whores can congregate and spill our guts onto the streets sex, love, hoes, and cheats Conformity will sing its song and all the boys will drum along Isnt it sad when you let friends go Stop singing words to songs you know Lose touch with the reality you promised you would let grow I'm trying not to look bored with a broken heart and spinal chord life doesnt seem the same

Television? Hello kitten talk of love and sex position You're the heart that I have smitten in All the pages that you've written its blood, sweat, and tears that glisten. Paperbags and taking drags dressing up and cutting tags drugs and dirt white t-shirt smoking cars black mini skirt. Night of dancing whore romancing fine escape that you're financing All the lives that you're enhancing Cannot take the rate advancing. L L

Maybe I can hold on if I feel like lying to myself If I feel like lying in your bed for one more day. We have our moments and our glory and all the pages in our story are written in our own ink. The moments fade in slow motion running at their own pace and yet we never can catch up. Dont let go Maybe I can hold on if I feel like lying to myself If I feel like lying in your bed for one more day. The rain is our constant heartbeat As we walk the all of the old streets (this is where we learned how to cheat). Man..I need to start writing better. I'm out of tune. L L

The Great Gatsby hosted the most magnificent party that was to fulfill my every whim desire. I accompanyed a man high on life and alcohol and several of his other friends with their mistresses. I knew that was all that I was but it made the evening seem more worthwhile if one of us had a motive. The rooms were rather dull in a house so brightly lit and despite the rush of maids and butlers there seemed to be an odd dust covering anything that was once fascinating. Some of us are born off of the same tree. I was told once I was a pear not for my figure, but for my sweet but hard intake. You are a pear. You charm with your smile, but only those worthy of your smile. You have a dimestore one for anyone else. And yet its still as genuine. I dont want a mate but I wouldnt mind a soulmate. L L

I'm tired and the heartbeat of stilehttos on the cold pavement only makes the thought of sleep more alluring. I'm tired of frilly designs dressing ordinary ideas in sexy lingerie and I'm tired of you expecting to see the moon on cloudy days. We all know not everyday can have a sun and moon. The daily grind, or lack there of, is killing me. Routine is my only escape and its the only way to keep things steady. You hate when everything is the same and you hate when everything is unplanned. I hate the way you hate that.

Apollo 13 Hey Houston thank-you for the air supply the carbon count has gone down and the thrill of combustion has left the system. Kill the lights and let the stars on the black canvas and the stars in your eyes be our only navigation home. If I told you I'd never been happier, would you believe me? If I let you take control If I let you guide us home will we ever make it? Apollo 13 cant crash L L

One missed phonecall and seven bills unpayed the nights spent thinking about you are worth the shadows in my eyes it was not meant to surprise, you when the stars aligned in your favor I guess that its ok that the flowers on the table are from a credit line of boyfriends but the flowers in your eyes are all mine. My last demands would be that you would cut the noose around my neck, share a glass of wine and put a velcro name tag on well move on when you move, you move on it'll be easy to detach what to do and what to say. I guess that its ok that the flowers on your table soaked up all the water and started on my blood its better that way, because white roses gone to red end things beautifully.

We're past the formal-informal hello we know eachother too well. The sidewalk turns us cold your eyes are lined with cracks from the pavement I guess this is my payment for every word I've never spoken. Potion for a heart broken is the stillness in this night and the moon without its light he said, I hope you're ok, "I will be when this storm goes away..." Rain always loves my parade Cant hide the charade I walk all alone with a sword and no throne you say your hello and you lash at the crowd you swore and you vowed to let this night never end cant you just be my friend. Lame beginning attempt at lyrics

There's this feeling of pain and excitement that hides in the pockets of my soul when I see you the retinas in my eyes become overstimlulated and I'm forced to look away its then that my heart my soul beats and I can hear the rhythm in the motions of my feet hitting the tile floor and your hands brushing your pants you think im just the quiet girl but you want to know me I dont know the science or physics, to be ironic of this situation but it makes the seconds sitting at my desk and watching you write on your desk go by faster then any God of enjoying pleasure would've intended Thats why I have a B in Physics, mom. L L

Its funny how love ends not with fireworks but with ashes. You'd think we'd go out with a bang but instead we go out with a headcold and a pocketful of regret. Only fine instruments can break a heart and fine instruments take awhile to work so perhaps this has been going on for longer then I've felt the pain. I guess my receptors were turned off (or blinded). It was fun until I realized I had all these memories under my belt and a rash around my neck because the necklace you gave me wasnt working anymore (and it wont take new batteries) So I guess this is a poem for all the words I've left unspoken and every line I've never fed you because I'm too weak and shy and bashful. When I look back I wont remember this because its a happy moment in a sea of something blue. Take my picture down (notice it wasnt plural) and dont ever tell me good bye. [This backbone makes me fell better.] L L

Your love was on the market and I got an update by email signed by yours truly either vain or sweet, I wont know. Its selling at a high price- but I could spare the change. I've watched your stock go up and down You did better when Charlotte was your partner and worse with Ashley. I've kept your tab in my book and your number on speed-dial I always hit the re-dial when you're on my caller I.D. I havent made investments such as this since I was seven and Leonardo DiCaprio sunk my heart alongside the Titanic. I guess a risk is all I could take if I wanted to take anything- I could never take your heart (that complex body part) but perhaps a photograph would suffice. I dont want a piece of you but a memory so maybe you could rent a bit I'll pay the cash up front I hope it what you want. Yours truly, signed the Devil

Naked portraits line the walls of a castle streaked in gold chambers lead to corridors- a puzzle master and his son. Its nice to see the day will greet you Grace us with your presence and line the road with silver. I'd beg for you to stay but I havent the time or the patience to hold myself to you but hold your words against me and lets turn this car around So I pull this card from up my sleeve to show you I'm a cheater and the slave that hides inside of me could ask for nothing sweeter Then pure mercy on my doorstep and blood upon the handle the locksmith said he'd take you home -said you'd never be alone tonight and I'll streak these walls with color and paint the roses white give the birds a message and send them to the night lock the cages empty, and push them all aside Theres nothing left inside of me nothing left to hide So I pull this card from up my sleeve to show you I'm a cheater and the slave that hides inside of me could ask for nothing sweeter Then pure mercy on my doorstep and blood upon the handle the locksmith said he'd take you home -said you'd never be alone tonight please need me

Signal my distress and unlock the mystery behind the light perhaps a cup of kryptonite would end all your fears. rain the alphabet across the map, and see if anyone will hear you now. Will you ever conquer with red ink stains across your chest like you could falter llike you could fall. Fragments of your presence arranged in unwilling order- like you could falter like you could fall.

He stood tall lean A frame that would put skyscapers to shame. A russian man, with rushing eyes he spoke like a hurricane and whispered like rain. When asked what his forthcoming was he would merely nod at some object nearby and tell us of its wonderous powers. We believe him because we were only looking for a way out. He wore white on most outings brown occasionaly but mostly while at the hospital. He nursed every woman and child back to life and in twos. Two men survived. I once saw him alone in a back street whispering to a stray cat that time would heal all wounds and all wounds were just a sign that life would go on. They say God is white and has a long mane with a very pointed face. Well show me the damn photograph because I believe otherwise.