MUZAK IS DEAD

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Morning musings #iwritesometimes #bluechristmas #poemsbyme #poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CIxTj3Ohhg7/?igshid=ayzvh6wp0w3c

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A little morning poem #morningblues #poemsbyme #poetry #literature
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I don't want the world to make me bitter

I don't want to die a lonely man

If you let the news embitter you

You'll die alone in the cold cold world

Time to live life like a saint

Pull the wool off, make it stick

You're not the man the world made you

I'm the only lonely man here

Talk soft to me so I can lose my fear

No one wants that cancer in their lives

Cut it out and make a nice mould

These lesions don't only come with age

Make you mine, make mine your slave

There's answers all around the stage

But the players are all blinded by the spot

Fodder for the lonely bitter men

Blood stained wishes, and cavalier dreams

Percieved as more than what's real

But then don't let it turn your stomach

Because those feelings will turn you bitter

Then you'll die a lonely man

Alone in a cold cold world

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Shapes cant define the world

And I'm lost in the hallway

Blind to the touch of my surroundings

Pealing layers of wallpaper away

Opening up a door to see a warm fire in front of me

Shadows of the mantle shattering on the wall

You were kneeling holding your hands together

I'm not the big man you once saw, I am very small

Don't laugh at my insecurities tonight please

They are barer than what you can remember

Throwing all the newspapers on the roaring fire

The print and pictures coil and shrivel up in the embers

Please place your warm hands on my cold lonely face

Open up your lips and make them kiss my forehead

I won't ask you for much more, this is our origin place

Where we prayed, where we laid, where we bled

And like I have said, when we were down

All this house has left for us is what we can't see

Alone in the darkness where you waited for me

I'll never speak of this again, so let's run far away

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Great mantra to remember, an untrodden path can often be the scariest. #realestate #realtor #quotetoliveby #innovate #create #persistence #consistency #agent #mattmaclaren (at Matt MacLaren - Sutton Group Lakefront Real Estate) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtsOjrrBNP2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vobzxe6kpxn2

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Drive on By

Passing by all the places that I remember well

The seats of this old truck ripped and their stuffing

Sticking out from the seams yellow and ash stained

I look desperately for the address I once lived in

But the numbers are too far, and some covered

By the braches of bushes, or crudely written on black

Picket fences, my guitar sits beside me on the seat

What was it that made me once play you? I wonder.

Where did you move on to? to other better things?

I look out to the street and I see an old man looking back

I am disgusted by his wrinkles, the freckles on his pale skin

His eyes seem faded, this color in his iris graying,

His dreams decaying, he looks back at me with the same

Expression, as he is only a reflection in my windshield.

Like a broken toaster that can never be fixed, stagnant.

Like a purgatorial Plymouth that won’t never drive.

I can’t sit here and cry for my sins no more.

I can’t watch you thrive while my callused old soul

Cries for a better life while reaching for nothing.

I peel  the saran wrap from my partially eaten pickle and cheese sandwich.

Sink my teeth into the moist plush bun, mayo squishing between my teeth.

Feeling the salt from the pickles burn my tongue, vinegar stink my cracked lips.

Should I like this?  Should I let my brain wander through the cracked alleys of our would be affection.

I never will know.  I may never see you again.  I see your house, your life, your face, your child riding his bike with a smile on his face, your lover hugging you, and I

Drive

On

By.

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some things never change

The smell of the cool fire air, and the pine brewed tea The oak tree, would you say that was me, or you? Who was the last to sleep on this old bear skin? Was it you or me? Outside this glossy pane of glass. There stands the childish blushing grass, on which we lye. On which we lie. Where the yellowed newspapers stack up high. Where the ashes from the soot and cigarettes dry. At the old camp. Old is young, Young doesn't care. Hanging their wares above the stove. In the old country. Where we don't know hide from hare. What should we do with this place? Where should we go? We never know what to do when things grow meanings. The flowers grow wild. The bees sap their eyes. Each to their own, on this old country side. Hey! I recalled where I left my old jack-knife. The one... The one I used to carve “I love you.” That I would have if the blade did not bend. What are you doing now? I never found him. I never changed, not even once, not like woods have, they've all changed, it looks nothing the same, the little tree that we planted now has it's own stump I miss the cabin we tore down, where the old stove remains I guess some things didn't change. Where do you work? Old Thor was his name. I loved that dog. Yeah I still miss him, he wasn't doing so good So we brought him in. I'll never forget how every time I saw him he would wag his tail. Some things never change, even until his very last day. He never lost that thing. The thing that made him Thor. This is the last time we come here. The cotton woods, with their little white globes, falling down like snow. if I never come back again that'll be just fine, but I'll never forget. We never could hide out here. He could always find us

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Visit Original Link

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by Crystal Castles (new song)

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I love Korg

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New Song By Crystal Castles

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Bat For Lashes - Laura

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