Saturday, September 24, 2005
last night despedida ni trins...whew...malted veins...happy...trina, ken, lindz, vince, rowman, shiney, alvin, ice, je, celine, pao and mememe.
a recent poem...funded by malted thoughts...and scorching smoked aire...created in BNJ last week...while drinking alone...
No Tears Here
Listen carefully as I pour down this bottle
It shouts with the ghosts of the past
asking to be remembered as I want to forget
"Grieving, yes I am grieving as you all are"
Grieving for not being here, but in my head
you're all forever be there or in my lifetime
Or whenever I forgot to light The stucked cigarette in my lipse
as you all dance there under the froth
ill make your theater unbelievably spiraling
spinning this tubed ice in my glass
you'll all be sucked
gulping for aire
I will never hear you
Im'reeling now
Summonning my tears that will never come
Never now
this is never a place for it
this maybe the house of sorrows
and forgetting
but never a tear sieved
when the rooms are filled
the sound deafening
each table talks with their own secrets and lies
this noise filled room has no space for tears
only my glass will shed it
but i'll wipe it out
before drinking you all
as I unremember each of you
as of now
no tears here
a recent poem...funded by malted thoughts...and scorching smoked aire...created in BNJ last week...while drinking alone...
No Tears Here
Listen carefully as I pour down this bottle
It shouts with the ghosts of the past
asking to be remembered as I want to forget
"Grieving, yes I am grieving as you all are"
Grieving for not being here, but in my head
you're all forever be there or in my lifetime
Or whenever I forgot to light The stucked cigarette in my lipse
as you all dance there under the froth
ill make your theater unbelievably spiraling
spinning this tubed ice in my glass
you'll all be sucked
gulping for aire
I will never hear you
Im'reeling now
Summonning my tears that will never come
Never now
this is never a place for it
this maybe the house of sorrows
and forgetting
but never a tear sieved
when the rooms are filled
the sound deafening
each table talks with their own secrets and lies
this noise filled room has no space for tears
only my glass will shed it
but i'll wipe it out
before drinking you all
as I unremember each of you
as of now
no tears here
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