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Expectant Fool Today or tomorrowExpectant Fool by ~TaliesinLives
I will reach that long point;
Just as soon as it does,
If not a moment before.
You know that it will,
It's etched in your soul -
The insufferable wait,
From forever ago.
And as soon as it does,
I've no doubt in my mind,
Just as soon as it does,
It will be. It will be.
And then, my old friend,
As the prophecy states,
I will and you will,
Or perhaps not quite then.
So, maybe tomorrow,
For today is long past,
Don't hope for the future
But cling if you must.
Unnamed 0 I don't mind that I can't sing,Unnamed 0 by ~TaliesinLives
Can't carry a tune;
I don't mind that I can't dance,
I don't mind that I don't smile;
The last I laughed was months ago
Though it seems like years.
I don't mind the falling hair,
My hands more bone than flesh;
I don't mind the headaches,
The bitter nausea in my mouth;
I don't mind the blurry vision,
The fact I can't quite hear;
I don't mind that I don't mind
Or can't remember who I am;
I don't mind the pain when I think of you,
Mistakes I've made so gross they trade their place with me;
I don't mind the job,
I don't mind the wage;
I don't mind the small bedroom
Covered in dust and ruins;
I d
The Lonely Mariner Another year, another drink,The Lonely Mariner by ~TaliesinLives
A little closer to the brink,
I stumble slowly on this ship,
Hesitant to find a grip,
Flapping wild hands with care
Lest accomplish what I dare,
To forsake this dire crew
And step into the sea, askew.
And there I'll walk or maybe swim,
Dipping fully in the dream;
Crossing paths with stars and clowns,
Rubbing nose with those who drowned,
Free to roam the land below
Mermen, crabs and ghosts in tow;
O, such a cheery entourage we'll be,
Down there, below the sea.
But the air here, it grows thick,
As I pour myself another drink,
The crew rebels and then lays waste
To whatever left, emblazed;
And I r
Greetings How do I greet you? How should I bless?Greetings by ~TaliesinLives
This world you have entered, the one you caress,
You see better than your elders for now
Dim is the view for those who know how,
And things they foresee, in past and in future,
For you it is truth, the now that you suture;
No lies and no innocence for the tiniest babes
No mirth, only hunger, a child that so craves
To grow and be shaped, like a model pristine,
And begin the cycle anew, unforeseen.
Content 
oetry.
Sta.sh
