The Overture

This Loudspeaker, it’s a timepiece
that I don’t know how to play.

This overture, it’s a masterpiece
that puts me on display.

This rocking and ringing, it’s a failed piece
That’ll shine the rocks, as whiskey’s mate.

And the piano lingers on…and the descending of the keys

light up the room with valence

to you, to me.

lovers

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Sense of Self-Importance

God has to have a sense of humor.

PC: http://www.parents-choice.org/article.cfm?art_id=294
PC: http://www.parents-choice.org/article.cfm?art_id=294

Not a mean one, but a funny one. One that teaches you lessons, if God has meaning.

But what if the memory is just what we put out. As a self narration we existed and we exist. It could lead a man to good pain and nutrition.

I found myself a window pane and wrote beside the doors. I filled the room with my love. Observations and interactions as concurrent with human nature, animal nature, horticultural nature, and Life, and the like.

I wrote myself a song to fill the air. I wrote myself a song meant to be only fair.
I wrote myself a song.