Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

seems like an incantation
wicked in a way

tear
dried
on my cheek
clever
and sly

always passes
bye

countless loves that were based on my dreams of love
or yours
lost the zing and the ding

so clear to me now
that and all that death that surrounded his boxes of wires, a van full of tweaker crap
and the inclination to ruin my couch
or my mind
so blind
i took the blame
went insane most people go to sleep
the loves i wanted were not real- i wanted to re-wire my systems for love
merely shorted myself out
i know i can love deeply, commited, faithful and real- but i got some scars see
and nobody messes with the kid

i still do
but no one touches me
never
again will anyone get inside me and under my skin like that
my soul leaked for four years---
i remember asking"havent you hurt me enough?' then it was an action movie followed by sad groups trying to recover
like the sucicde dummy we cannot die


just feel sad
that you were such a bad whore
lazy lover
undercover
sick bitches everywhere

i was laying awake tormented by the ideas of lost loves, and it occurs to me like a candle flickering at exactly the right moment
sparks in my soul
i never lost any love i gave it away
for fun and for free
the only reason i thought i lost anything
is because change is so akward
people stay in dead dormant relations out of fear
of being alone
would rather be unhappy in a relationship, then change inside it to make it an active a happy place
or leave because maybe

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it is better somewhere else for a while
but wild horses always return to the barn to be fed
grazing in the sunlight
the things in the barn are old and dusty
the timelessness inside
quietly penetrating that which previously was not available
to anyone
these things in the barn are like a tresured place filled with the smells of hay and grain and horses..
some horses take to being ridden
others get spooked
my stallion is coming home