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Alone
been there
	did that
		got the scars
			hated it
late at night
	alone
looking out my window on the world
	as a night breeze plays through the trees
a soft light comes from my window
worlds removed
	indifferent
	to this time/place
i feel an emptiness
	as oasis of nothingness
fill it
	with what i ponder
for nothing satisfies
	 no one is right
tears slide down my cheeks
	as i realize how alone i truly am
has there ever been a moment
	a time in my life
		save early in the journey
	when passion & love were the rule
	not the exception
PAN & i as one
	mischief makers
	playful pranksters
for my part
	i've merely played my role
solace not found
	empty laughter
	a jest to elicit anything
	feeling emptier still
		upon realization
cast adrift
	pushed in the sea
	head held under
		a broad farce
***
Funk Times Two
when we talk
	it's usually about the old days
		my brother & i
	funny crazy things we did
	reflections ofttimes casts an ugly picture
		of life spent living on the edge of hell
recollections
	& from him as I have from those who knew us
		{relatives}
	remember the pain of growing up
	feeling alone
	not caring nor desiring much
		other than a moment of pleasure
he recalls his big sister
	tough
	unrelenting
	unforgiving
	intelligent
		apart from most
		withdrawn
in the retelling of tales
	there was always light
my brother
	hustler
	possessed of boyish charm
	a chameleon
		changeling
		walking at the very edge of night
between the two of us
	it would be hard to understand or to believe
	our life's stories
	to understand the transition of day to night
		vampyre mystique personified
so many years have passed
	since we were together
still the ties that bind are firm
	always
***
25 w/an L
{25 Yrs to Life}
you think you're bad
	it will never happen to me
i've got it like that
i'm all that and some
	you don't want to go there
		25 to life
you went there
you aint all that and anything
you aint shit
	25 w/an L
say it a few times
	SCREAM IT when you're feeling
		wild and strung out
drinking and drugging
	put me in baby town
	chicken
		fresh meat
25 w/an L
	i aint talking shit
		walking that way
		going there
you cant possibly know
	the living cell i walk around in
	that kind of hell
so be a fool
making you're own rules
	then stand there & hear the judge say
		GUILTY ... 25 Years 2 Life
still smiling
	bad
	all that
		or are you the child of
			a hysterical mother
			friends who dont believe
		are you crying
			wipe those tears off
			Bitch
THEY GOT U
	& UR THEIR BITCH NOW
		PUNK

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