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The Boy Who Tried To Fly I've a tale to tell about a boy who tried to fly who tripped and fell and went to hell and didn't even die. It begins one brisk autumn morn when the boy awoke for school again he noticed that his hat was torn "Oh what a fool I've been." As he strolled along the muddy streets he noticed in the air a single crow it's wings do beat "Oh it's just not fair." And so the wayward boy they say did not show up to school but ran into the woods that day "Better a crow than a mule" Autumn turns from red to brown from brown to black to white time beats on without a sound erect and firm and tight. How long the c

The Old Maple Tree She sits beneath the old maple tree, drinking sweet cream and bergamont tea. She stares out at the lonely sea. The salt air makes her think of me. She mills about in the essence of brime, counting moments, counting time. She sings herself a little rhyme, commiting beauty, commiting crime. She wears a flower in her hair, and sings her rhyme everywhere. She gallavants everywhere, although inside she isn’t there. What’s sad is that she doesn’t know, that I’ve been dead since long ago. And when the summer breeze may blow, the afternoon goes by so slow. The doctors nod and all agree, that th

Silence essence pestulence and sence In the twilight sunlight and nightshade slow fade to black understanding understatement or lack thereof as above so below smile and say hello be that as it may hell no but perhaps in a time lapse turned and twisted path there lay a chance a distant hope at a glance but stuck in a mind fuck snug and safe isolation observation amist the withered bark and mold truth be told as fear it holds a comfort of a numb sort some sort of consolation condemnation cigarette haze alchohol blaze which outshines finds the line of possibility probably the sense henceforth insane explains and changes things let it be known a

Would You Belive? Would you belive I only showed up to see you? Yes I suppose you would. Could you ever know how I feel so blue? I’m not sure you should. I could be very interested if I let myself go. Could you ever be infected by something so low? I fully accept you don’t feel the same. If I were you I wouldn’t either. It’s as a cruel game I play on myself in a fever. Did you know I once loved so casually? I was fine on my own. Now a grown man actually aftaid of being alone. And every time your flesh meets mine my sence of self worth plummets. I do so try to play it off that I’m fine. I try to hid

 The house of sol tavern opened it's doors that night as it always did just as the sun went down and shadows began slowly devouring the city streets. Papa de Monsiur a Alleir hooked the doors open to the walls and walked behind the bar to seemingly wait for the few die hards who would show up early. This was a rather small affair especially when compaired to the enourmouse nightclubs of today, such as the Kemealins Eye which coicidentally was not too far. This was a modest dusty old bar with wooden stools and floors in an average building beside a small country road. It mirrored so many other places where drinking, gambling, hookers as well a

drum beat faster faster see them dancers sway they bodies dance for the master master eyes of the spirit got me dressed in all white holding a candle black i know its allright some day spirit bring me back look down to the river child i want you to see somethin' somethin' goin' make you shiver child 'cause you know its comin' you know somethin' comin' from the wild you can hear that child runnin' hear that man he's hollarin' somethin' see that woman dancin' child see that man child he's gone wild is it me now is it spirit do you hear it do you fear it do you feel near it close my eyes i disapear my body it aint nothin'