...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"spent all my time waiting..."
~ Sarah Maclaghlin ~
for a second chance... sheesh, what a washed out month... and Januaries have been so productive for the muses on average... yeah, I used to keep statistics on how many pages and pieces I started and completed each week and each month and each year way back when all this babbling started...
I've got so much energy buried inside (buried cuz when I let it out it often attracts users and abusers cuz I have and want no doors or defenses cuz they're too judgemental and I want to be completely open and free {as much as possible} until I meet the one {that person who becomes my partner for all eternity, moment by moment} and that's why nobody sees most of the time except for the few times somebody does)... waiting for someone or people who will appreciate without abusing... waiting for guides and followers, the same, who can be both... waiting for those who understand...
the difference between me and you
is I still believe I deserve it
if you understand that and don't see a difference between us, well then what the heck are you waiting for?... fear or love, your choice... my choice should be obvious by now (if you've been reading)... I'm out here with arms wide open... waiting to be noticed... waiting to be found...
waiting for the one
wanting for the sound
of the heart that beats in tune with mine
writing my rhymes... waiting for the next line
I wonder if the people who are cruel to me know that other than delaying me and sometimes tripping me, they don't make me like them... I'm not giving up on caring and being here... I ge knocked down, but I get up again... they're never gonna keep me down... yeah, you read right, never...
just me
punch drunk pop punk know-it-all who's asking
what was the question?
what's your rejection
have your inspection
I need no protection
for no matter what you do I will go on
kill this body and I will not be gone
for the words are everywhere you see
you will never get away from me
an egomaniacal pop anthem for the one who writes the songs, I suppose
did Van Gogh ever know how famous he would be, who knows?
does anyone look at what they've done and imagine what it might become
did Shakespeare really think he'd be required reading in the next millenium?
or Ovid, for that matter
or Carroll's mad hatter
or Mrs. Pilsbury's batter
who knows...
do the street artists today think they will be remembered
even those who swear that don't give a damn
what shall we make of the grafitti on our walls
screaming this is who I am - who I am
I will not go quietly... I will not lie down... I will not give into your fears... they are not mine... they are not mine... they are not mine...
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