As always

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As always you’re tattooed to my dreams...
As always I can’t forget your lips...
Once again I try to keep going my way
But I always get where you are.

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Pleasure | Pain

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It’s no longer painful. I’m sedated or maybe I can’t suffer anymore. I’ve experienced and I liked it. Some say you find inspiration on beauty. Some say you find your words by silence. I say there’s beauty in pain. Pleasure and pain must coexist. It’s no longer maddening. I’m under control or maybe I’ll suffer a little more. I’ve challenged myself and I’ve taken it. Some say you reap what you sow. Some say it all comes down to you. We face the consequence, we live and we die. Pleasure and pain must coexist. Pleasure. Pain. We all have felt. Lessons learned and our hearts wiser. Some of us learn from our mistakes. Some of us don’t. Life. Death. Torment. Relief And the wheel of life goes on. We tend to love what caused us pain. As if we needed more and more. The pain lingers, love leaves. And we are left adrift. It’s no longer painful. It’s no longer maddening. I am sedated. Perhaps, I speak too much. June, 11th. U.I
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White Dove / White Dope

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Are we awakening from this slumber any time soon? The deeper I reason, the more I flounder into a dogma that has twisted minds at will. Will there be a time for sobering this religious drunkenness mixed with self-guilt inflicted daggers at hands? So they say... And we argue, so we say...  white dove is now the white dope... Hateful flag where separation is found... Genderising, deranging. Why hasn't it evolved? White dove leaves a whitish powder as a trail... 'tead of bleeding noses, there are scabbed knees... They're in trance. They can't feel. All feelings are bad. Sex is evil and since sex is evil so is nature. Mind is perverse. The body a temple of doom. The spirit is needy and weak so we’re fed with guilt... World has changed and so have some… if we did, why have they not? And yet an ancient and wise man said: "... but when God commands that something should be done which is against the custo...
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THE SLIGHTEST CHANCE OF A SPARK

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i. Is there any way to get around this? How can I move on? Will you just forget what we’ve grown? Who brainwashed you? Who told you to stop showing love? Who told you things just don’t make sense? Who are you now? ii. The immensity of this solitude The growing flame of desire left to quench In this amazing state of mind called emptiness I can’t find anything else but you and me Wherever I go, I am insulted by failure. Allured by the mere image of the first day. I am falling deeper and don’t know how to escape. iii. If things were easy to solve I wish I could erase you from my heart And not hurt again So breakable, so fragile but tough on myself [… “is it wrong to want to stay?” …] iv. All this heartache followed by desperation Makes me see I am still under your spell Spell you never cast. Get your mind out of me Leave me swollen and shaken Tell me I am not yours anymore Will this just serve to bury the past? And I see the mistakes of the past Seem so fresh now. v. How can we just stop ...
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