Alone at the ocean I taunted a rock

Alone at the ocean I taunted a rock

Flailing it cruelly with barbarous talk

I praise your hardness and lifelessness, stone

You haven’t done badly for being alone.

You’ve lasted for centuries longer than I

You’ll flaunt me with centuries after I die

So tell me the secret of what you have seen

I ask, what is living and what does it mean?

Remaining aloof from my simple request

The rock disdained answer and angered me so

I heaved it as far as my muscle could throw

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With all chances thrown away

With all chances thrown away

My mouth has naught to say

The whispered thoughts

Were never caught

In time enough

To gemly crystallize

 

My daily dribbling

Is good for them

Your letter

Must be something better

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What makes the time worth wasting?

What makes the time worth wasting?

The fruits of a bitter life we are tasting

Gallons and gallons of vintage remorse

Suicide temptingly opens its purse

 

Hold up the carnage and see who we are

Innocent creatures in Le Brea tar

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I feel like a duck among geese

I feel like a duck among geese

My feeble quacks

Are small attacks

Against the honking

And the squealing

Biting and unfeeling

Triumphant beaten down

By more triumphant

 

When a child encounters death

He does not realize

That when he cries

(Since he is mortal)

He is weeping of all others and his own

When a child discovers life

He uses it and hurts himself

And never learns

That life is more than giving

And happiness is sadness

Or it wouldn’t be

So happy

 

When a child finds tragedy

He makes a metamorphosis

And willing or unwilling

Catapults into the grease

And grime and guts of people

Stench of sweat like mud

That draws him down

Like quicksand

Into his own self

And ferments

Lonely just because

He thinks he was

Forgotten

 

When a child is disillusioned

He seeks pleasure as a friend

He gives up his freedom

Just because he never knew

He had it to begin with

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When it’s so easy to forget

Am, Abm, Gm, Gbm—– Dbm, Gb4, Gbm

When it’s so easy to forget

Why should I remember you of my youth?

           Memory is a black pool

           Submerging each gone day

           And marring the reflection of the present

           With unconscious ripples

Can I cruelly drown your face

Beneath the liquid night?

           Your wooden features, hard and lovely

           Rise again and breach the pool

           Forever floating out of reach

When will my loneliness sink

That I may seek for better things?

           I cannot leave here on my own.

           I live to hoard distorted glimpses

           Of her floating countenance

           Someone else must bring me out

Who will take my weakened soul

And heal it with the gentle sun?

           Someone who will never know

           The depth and darkness of the pool

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I don’t know what to say

D Dm

I don’t know what to say

F C Em

I didn’t think it could turn out this way

Em Am

I thought I knew you

C

When I didn’t know you

C Dm Em

So I guess I’ll have to pay

 

I don’t know what to do

I can escape the memories of you

You thought you knew me

When you didn’t know me

And I still love you

 

I won’t deny it was real

Remembering the way we used to feel

I can still recall the wondrous beauty of our love

I’m not worried, I know love will come again

But I’m alone and I have lost my love

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There is a tree

There is a tree

That looks to me

To be the epitome

Of life’s fight against defeat.

Its trunk is inflicted

With the punishments of weather

With gravity as its tether

And guard.

It’s hard.

Gnarled and torn, it stands defiant.

Roots firmly embedded yet pliant,

Branches stronger than the wind,

Its leaves are firmly pinned

Until the time they fall away

As generations to the aged.

The tree gives all to the leaves.

It grows no more and it leaves

A monstrous hole

That could hold

All of the roots and minerals

On which the tree lived and died.

A bulldozer with chains

And caterpillar treads dreads

The tree who sang defiance

And refused compliance

Or any alliance

With disgrace or surrender.

The sprigs pleaded so tenderly

The hoarse machine snorted diesel tears

And the tree that stood so many years

Fell.

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