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oh were that i lived on easy street.. these words the culmination of dream and desire instead of the full stream of my thoughts.. all day every day i have them there waiting and watching the wake of my thoughts as they ripple from warm flesh of mine..

one day maybe ill tell u all the stopry of the time i wrote 1000 pages in a thousand days.. but that is a story not mine to tell.. ask my wife if u want to know their story..

pain felt greater still as i watched her fingers slip thru mine back to the sleepers world.. ever see the movie Cliffhanger? well now u know how i feel..

oh would that i hadnt tried so hard to be this strong this intense.. oh would that i never saw so much death and so much life.. to be asleep still in seet slumber..

but that is not the case.. i have seen too much death.. i have seen too muh life.. what makes u all so arrogant to think that u can afford to wait until tommorrow to touch ur dreams when death stalks today? waiting around every corner.. walking down every street..

ur dream is my tommorrow.. the seperation the thin wall i sopea about so often.. but have any ever seen the other side of it? let me think… i know of one or two in the world.. yrut me ive searched hard and long for them around the globe..

my lover waits for me now and i wait still.. helpless trapped.. stuck here in this cage..
uve heard my yell against that wall and here i am.. pacing waiting for u to be strong enough to reach thru it and feel me there..

in my youth i have read the history of ur world.. stranger i in it.. only in myth do i find my brothers.. so sad really.. so sad..

what role models have i in this sleepers world.. none to be found.. love unknown in a world where spoken so often.. perhaps that is because the sleepers feverishly destroyed all kowledge older than they..

alexandria.. timbuktu.. all the worlds stories are dead and burned and gone ad we are left with bts ad peices of lies.. oh the truths i could whisper to shake ur world and yeat i do not want death that well to know me better.. sleepers watch and wait for my brothers heads to peek thru the clouds and be destroyed..

if my words have helped to ease ur sleep i am glad and well.. but woder still where are the echos in flesh and warm form not ink and electrons.. i wait patiently for my match in this world for even the one who truly wants to hear my words instead of their pale announcers running here and there thru cyberspace..

may 27 2000 was when i spoke first.. to a person i never met.. or who decided to never meet me.. too long to say the word “come” to long to say the word “feel” my words have failed and been returned not except by the lover whose whispers i have heard but whose touch i have yet to know..