Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

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September 2020

Well I wonder

Well I wonder, do…

Do you hear me when you sleep?

I hoarsely cry, why?

Well I wonder, do..

Do you see me when we pass?

I half die, gasping…

Somehow still alive,

Fierce last stand of all I am,

Please keep me in mind.


Patience tempers devotion,

I make a solemn promise,

The tempest your emotion,

I weather for you goddess.

Anguish not my sacrifice,

For it’s not at all selfless,

By your side sits paradise,

Without you I drift helpless.

Without you I’m incomplete,

Longing to hear your cadence,

My dreams dark and bittersweet,

Learning to value patience.

Last night I dreamt…

Last night I dreamt that…

Just another false alarm,

… that somebody loved.

Last night I felt real…

No hope, no harm, false alarm,

…real arms around me.

So tell me how long,

This story is old I know,

Before the last one?

And not to yield

Deny me not companion,

I know you think me foolish,

To love with such abandon,

All other paths prove fruitless.

Go and leave a mystery,

To whom your heart doth belong,

Your beauty, your witchery,

For me it plays its swan-song.

Naught a hair of accidence,

What went right and then awry,

No devils trite impishness,

Your ruby lips would deny.

I have forgiven Jesus

But Jesus hurt me,

When he deseted me, but

I have forgiven.

I was a good kid

Carried my heart in my hand,

Do you understand?

Why give me so much?

When there’s no one I can turn,

To unlock this love.


Parting such sweet agony,

A kiss left in time hanging,

Never to be part-of-me,

Tears in my heart left panging.

My heart I gave willingly,

All for you and none other,

Poked and prodded timidly,

And left alive to suffer.

Loved you more than stars-and-sea,

I’ll never go on hearting,

The tears I wept bitterly-

Won’t wash away your parting.

Force of nature

Coming, a force unrivaled,

Power that can’t be denied,

The world we know unravelled,

And then simply brushed aside.

What sits in place thereafter,

Of this none can be certain,

To try and court disaster,

But let not fall the curtain.

What waits beyond shambhala?

A love so pure and numbing,

To stay awhile, inshallah,

And know the waves are coming.

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