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Written by Journey
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see 'em?
the one
over
there
the quaking bundle of
nerves
standing
in silence
&
delirium
before the unappeasing
eyes
of a world weary audience
who has seen
&
heard
EVERY
original thought
under
sun
&
moon
TWICE
the crowd
a nausiating mix of
impossible expectations
&
and unapplauding apathy
yes
that one
knees buckling
hands sweating
mind reeling
caught
in the heat
of the spotlight
second guessing
confessions
to
perfect
strangers
wanting to run
on & out
like
fragmented
sentences
wondering
if anyone would notice
a run away
wanna be
poet
dashing
like lightning
from the thunderous echoes
of skipped heartbeats
in internal
storms
choosing the
here & now
over
next
lifetimes
once honey smooth voice
cracking
&
squeeking
like rusting wind
pipes
nearing hyperventalation
that one
grabbing
hold of
elusive
dreams
in
intrusive
realities
touching
for the very first
time
the burning
desire
cold
as
steel
wrapping
finger tips
of
wishes
around courage
holding
moments
in the palm
of hands
time
standing still
like
LIFE
is just on
the other side
of that
MIC
&
all you
have to
do
is
SPEAK
DREAMS
into
REALITY
&
watch
visons
solidify
right
there
hold it
right
there
steady
now
breathe
deep
&
release
find
inner
peace
VIRGINITY
is
lost
but
once
let it
be
beautiful.
journey360 2006©
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get the door...
...hear that? ... that's the silence of something... imminent & brewing ... stirring... in the recesses of mind kind ... i saw a griot send word on the wings of a dove ... i wasn't supposed to see... but i saw ... too... i wasn't supposed to hear... but i heard ... bellows of the ancients ... calling us .... home ... there's a hard rain comin' ... bring the children inside...
Journey360 2006©
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the WE mix
when
we
make
love
i
mental-bate
to the
distorted
image
you
have
of
me
straddling
the girth
of
your
perception
until
eyes
cum
to
optical
illusions
and
multiple
either-OR-gasms
of
climactic
conclusions
that
fallacies
of
fantasies
are
sexier
than
intrusions
of
reality
in
our
dirty
lil
WE
mix
of
love
journey360 2006©
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