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Is that about Elemens at Kowloon Station? All the flat are still empty they are so dam expensive. But nice in the summer having a beer on the roof by the bars.

The Road
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Walking through the forest one day,

I chanced upon some men and machines.

They were chopping down the trees,

stripping and tarring the trunks,

standing them back up,

dead,

in concrete and asphalt,

and,

finally,

connecting them with wires.

"Where does it lead?", I asked.

"We don't know", they answered.

Sitting in my underwear
Truely sir I do not care
Sitting front the windowglass
where...

bumpeh, c'mon you poetic souls

the alarm bell RINGS
Her mind is a blur of ink written in the STARS
she FEELS no more
no more LAUGHter

the road is set but
she wonders what it's worth
the tears have left
she doesn't even care
reasons fade

the wings have been cut
with the books open
its all the same
the fire dies
a whisper

no need for the wind to guide
never will she get
songs no longer sung
and Silence evermore
Call

wrong is a fact
when angels have died
and lights have faded
and everything falls

LOST HOPE (OF A DREAMER) part 1

It leaves me wanting more.  I want to know what happened, where she's going.  And not answering those questions makes it good.

Some people have a tendency to be able to create a poem by sticking thought and will into making one.

Others can let it flow through them and sometimes make gold while making a lot of shitty ones like me, I'm in the bad phase right now as I usually just want to express my thoughts and forget about rhyming, kinda like a story.

But both are accepted.

/me is creatively constipated atm, but this is to be expected, i suppose

My Star, My Star

legs kissing tongues wrap
say no word baby hush
one last dance upon my lap
got to go and take a rush

taking you away from your crush
where you don't belong
these fruits for you are way too lush
way too soon this will go too wrong

let me sing you a new song
they'll miss you not a bit
c'mon baby you are strong
you'll find out before you get hit

happy that you're back
my star my star is back

I wrote this about a friend of mine a little while back:

The Upside-down Man

I saw the upside-down man
Not the white knight on his sidling horse,
Sliding into scene to save the day
Who tumbled from his sturdy steed
The one who invented better upside [right-side] down

No, I saw the upside-down man
The one who doesn't know he tells his own story
Slinking at night in a sinking world
He spoke to me once
He told me everything and nothing
I can't remember now which was more important

He painted me a picture that wasn't for me
Of the upside-down man,
Chained, repressed,
Free

He sees the world right-side up
Perspective in art is so difficult to do right
So difficult in the world
Be he knows
His sight is beyond the world's
He doesn't know he's right

I saw the upside-down man where he hung from the floor
He stood there shivering
Staring at the slithering masses I stood among
The upside-down right-side-up man
I looked around because he was right
We are the mold on the ceiling of his vision

He bends rules, the up-side down man
Not because he cares, or dares
Not to rebel, or make a point
He doesn't see them, can't know them
He has a vision from another world
And there's no rules there
The upside-down man knows
Everyone[thing] is wrong

A fools birth
makes you forget
to leave earth
and leave your debt

and when the children smile
it empties our world
and makes it worthwhile
before it whirled

and it will Be Forever
even the joy in heaven
won't cool down bitter
cannot unheathen

when earth makes it cycle
again and again and again

I Really Hate Reading It Hurts My Brain