orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Something for the cause (mis-cause)

went walking in the rain
no hat
no silly umbrella for this
fella

backpack on and green worn
jacket
hot
walked all the way to the
mall

bought pop treats for lori

whats left on the card
too freaking scared to call
bank to see whats left in there

vacum cleaner broke
burned the belt through
this depresses me

listening to this music
relieves my anguish

the dark patina about my
heart glows a gentle hue
when i think of my fair
you

your existance
i require
my sacred love
bid fond desire

(but you dont care)

hunched against that
sandwhipped log
falling sun
slumber

such a dear and long
time past
if i could see
today where i
had been
what scripted
chapter
inclusive
would be
fathomed
from faithless
wells

those tender eyes
have narrowed now
suspicion clouds
each word i say

once though
we were not hurting
we were more
together

all the cracks
i've walked on
the mirrors
somehow broken

and the water
falls
can you hear it
tumbling
feel it singing
deep within the
richnesss of your
peaceful sleep

soft rains annoint
me

am i going towards
or away

its all in the theory
of the red shift
doppler is crazy
jazz
carny tube amps

you can see around
corners i am not
even at yet

i must bore you so

"This is the end
Beautiful freind.."

J Morrison

(My cd plays..)

We are specimens
in our time
blooming and dying
seeping forth over
the sterile space
our gifted one has
given us

we spread out like
poison eating up
purity of essence
like corrosion

blast waves
concussions

but Rome fell
and Machu Pichu
was absorbed by
the jungle

Chernobyl retreats
vines creep
grasses leap

books tell only so
much

so as much book awareness
i have its biased or
skewed or distorted
by time
location
age
addictions

so aching today
worked so hard
but only as fast
as the rest can
go

they go fast
really damn fast

i work for half
of what i made
ten years ago

but im not complaining
im old and out of
the loop

dragged my ass to the
mall and back each and
every footstep
just to show myself im
not some old bastard
that i can still do
it

heh heh

still thirty pounds
overweight
must like being fat

Siouxsie and the Banshees
plays

Lori says she loves me
i hope its true
I love her too

This really is my new
life all this goodness
and stuff

golf shirts and hiker shoes

ha ha must go now
seek out brave new worlds

11:39 p.m. - 2007-05-09

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