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Practicality
The more practical a person is The less they dare to dream Being practical confines you to a limited number of out comes Being practical stops you from falling, failing or breaking It stops you from learning Being practical stops you from doing want you want and makes you do want you should It confines you to a limited amount of outcomes Being practical is being safe Being safe is not living And if you're not living Is not worth it
Lust leads to love
Living in the moment Under a spell Stupid situations Transpiring from hell Love is a joy that Eternity won't do All the stupid things that Dictate you Sex is the answer Together with a friend Over all the troubles Lies don't comprehend Open in emotion the Value is rough Everyone knows Lust leads to love
The Next Day
Sick, the vile aqueous Tired, the outstretched twilight Sore, the constant autumn and decline Guilty, the covetousness of lyrics sung Finished, too sick, too tired, too sore and guilty.
Blue
Blue Not like the sea Not like the ocean Not like the sky Not like its open Not the aqua tone Of Bright blue lilies Or the river bed Of the Mississippi Not blue like Sydney or Bondi Beach Not like blue pebbles With two of each Not the Blue of Fluorescent Twilight Not the Blue of a City Skyline Not the blue of a hot flame not the feeling blue it's not the same not any blue than can ever be measured just the blue of ash that I have to treasure
Like two windows side by side two grey openings that cannot lie like the soul of a ghost captured in motion look long enough and each will open Gateways to heaven Or maybe hell But the devils water I want it too well and all I want is to see why these two Creatures look at me how do they take in my black pits My humble Heart filled with shit for my gates are open and they lead but her Blue ashes see what I can’t see Cold and Cruel But beautiful Still The unmeasurable Blue of Ashes will
Blue not like the ocean not like the sea Blue her eyes are filled With Mystery