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august 3 2012Silver is the tiny inkling of dew
Sparkling and everpresent
My breath grew silent,
Dim and damp
~
Atop this edifice
Your monument to residence
We sit at the edge
Slowly i recoil, inching centimeter to meters away
Begging you to come
~
Tired, tearily. Testily...
She whispers that the edge isn't what i fear
Not the edge, not the fall but myself
My urge, my somber intention.
My sober intention.
~
As the elicited bloom and response flushed her face
She revealed to me,
"I don't want to jump."
And smiled.
So did I.
At once, I breathed anew,
The grand beauty of the world.
The grand beauty of my world.
I live again tonight.

1:06 AM August 2 2011Chasing your tails round
And round the prickly pear
Chasing your sun's warmer light
As if the moon,
Couldn't shine bright enough.

Chasing your ego, your Venus
Across the mercurial landscape of
All our desires,
My shuttered, shattered, sundered eyes
Multiply into an infinite division
Organized by rank, duty, sin and vice.
Organized by rank, duty, sin, vice and punishment of choice.

The endless legion of he, the self
Divided amongst itself between the
ID
EGO
SUPEREGO
Divided among the three upon a common ground
The heartland of his being
The rat-land, the cactus-land.
The dead-lands.

Arms raised high above, the armies march

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I Giorniby *Philliewig

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The days pass overhead like clouds in the night.
Slow, they beckon to us to a lover's embrace.
And in the peace of the days, there was no fright.
But someone screamed my name that night.
But my ears grew deaf, your cries unheard.
Flying up above the grasslands,
streets and secret lies stretch for miles and miles
And you're screaming for me to stop
But I am blind, crippled and lame.
My delerium is my birthright.
My world is my own.
I lie and watch the days go by.

This is my final tribute and attack on the Jester. The Jester of Admiration. This was all for you, and this is the end of the line. It's been a fun ride, my love, but you're just another day. And the days pass on endlessly, as they did before you, and as they will after you. Goodbye, my Jester.