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Jamesvansteel By Jamesvansteel, 23rd Aug 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/-ksud2lk/
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A poem expressing thoughts I had one night after coming to a realization about myself, someone I was speaking with, and drawing connections between other experiences and thoughts on life.

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Look there, I'm sweating in the chair,
reading your words and scratching my hair.
I've forgotten the song that you showed me that day,
just the start and the way
that you whispered and sang.
There's an ache in my belly
that's swelling my heart,
since wandering I suppose we grew apart.
I swung by Molly's to pick up ol' Luc',
they disagreed but came to a truce.
See one trusts her breast, and the other her brain
but powder and paper still dissolve in the rain.
Where my dry eyes act hurt, and play out a scene,
oh why is the good mother earth so mean?
Oh why can't I wash these bloody hands clean?
It keeps me from sleep, it tortures my dreams.
And I wake and I'm fine, and I run past my lines,
and the audience claps for my work is divine.
Oh you blessed old shrew, we knew it was you
but we gave up and gave in, forgot what we knew.
Now drenched here I sit through the storm and the drought
and laughing with you I've figured it out.

Each man has a heart, and that heart needs a home;
it can't be bought, sold, or outgrown.
We harvest the barley our words have sown.
Let he without sin cast the first rolling stone.

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Conversation, Drugs, Image, Self, Vanity, Wisdom

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