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March 23, 1972 ~ 1 or 2 ~ Death Move Closer to Me Closer than Before And Remember the Look Madness Within the My Eyes Death Is near Mysteries in My Mind They Will Never Go Away I've Nothing to Fear ~ I Cannot Lay Remorse Upon the Innocent Nor Can I Lift it from My Heart Who Would Understand Justice How Shall I Look at Their Deeds In the Fulness of Light ~ Death Move Closer Take Me from Here I Would Not Punish Them Let Me Lash out at the Offender Let Them Look into My Spirt Let Those Who Slay My Flesh Be Slain as I in Spirit Alone . . . Have Almost Broken ~ They Had Bitten Me with Scorn Displaced My Disguised Aggressions Have Taken My Bite with Verbal Sarcasm A Kind of Direct Displaced and Anxiety Spitting out Words to Me Closing Me up Twisting My Personality Those Oral Frustrations I Am but One Man Standing in Twilight ~ Trot and Gallop With Gulls upon My Head! Let Them Pray Me Dead I Shall Lead Them All To Terror Ridden Nights As They Have So Filled Mine I'll Be the Hunting Flame That Haunts Them in this House of Un Love ~ Bolting the Night of My Door Deludes with Walking In this Nightmarish Room Nearly as Large as My Bed Take Me Once and for All As I Lie Here to Await My Being Dead I'll Ride the Imagined Oceans That Flourish as I Remember My Dream ~ The Birds and the Sky No Longer Belong to Me A Paradise of Time Has Buried the Weather Another Day . . . Another Night I Listen and Look As Black Birds Remind Me of Dead Priests Cloaked in Row upon Row of Thorns and Bamboo They Drift Through the Thickets ~ Never until Man kinds Unkindness This Tells the Silence Of the Last Light Breaking Shall I Pray or Curse Or Shall I Cry Feeling My Last Seed Being Sowed ~ Home of Prayers and Fire . . .My Story Has Ended Written March 23rd, 1972 © on Jun 02 2001 05:23 PM PST   0 • 10