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There once was a man from Nantucket.

He had a vision in his head.
To put pen to paper and complete a story.
With the idea fallen through he attempted a different avenue.
Work had gone along, but problems persisted.
Abandoning the story he once had hopes for,
he moved out of arts house and into purgatory of mind.
I only met him once, but he told quite a story.
of how he'd given up on art, and it nearly ended his life,
one he'd built on such personal glory.
He found he wasn't who he wanted to be
he wasn't who he thought he was.
We shared stories of the finer things,
wrote memoirs of the day.
Everything he built upon,
crashed down around his den.

Prague, circa 80.

-_-

Lost cause

Alone, there, in the dark, she stares.
feeling like the 'screams in a vacuum' she hears in the airwaves.
Her hands bleed more than the pen on her paper.
she can't break the cycle she resists,
up all night writing useless shit.
I watch from afar, helping with my mind,
never in contact, mustn't know I'm not fine.
I think she once had a dream,
washed away with the brains it seems.
Those marks tell her a story she never hears,
and all along she has everything to fear.

It was fun while it lasted.

Wasn't it?

One. Only

Yesterday was that day,
it all was just going my way.
Two rims in this duet gets it rollin'
but sometimes the one is greater than the six, and it hits you.
or your bound to bike the curb, swallow the rock,
hit the escape, smokin' heroine off that dock.
'cause when you're on top, you fall faster than ever before,
harder than what's in store.
you can't breather and you're shaking,
it invades you, forced in like the hatred.
Remember to wear it proud, it looks good on you now.
Where I'm comin' from, it fits you well.
Just don;t forget to share in the fun,
it's over so fast it hurts, then it's just time to run.

It's all sugar and roses [fs]

Somewhere I wonder what you think.
and I want you to know what it takes.
these shoes don't fill themselves
and this world wants to come crashing down.
When you lose all the battles, but now win the war,
everyone will doubt you, but to the victor go the spoils.
Sometimes the pain sets in and you know when you get it.
The grind will take you away,
no days off is here to stay.