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1 (3/26/04)

paper sun sets beneath a fading orange backdrop

  it crinkles into purple pigments

   and casts the night with tiny eyes

    glistening with diamond texture

     far above our heads disguised

      the astronomers still wondering

       where their ashes lie



2 (3/22/04)

all my friends have become ghosts

  they trace the skies for their lost hope

   praying that they find the alibi to save them

    wandering until redemption takes the claim

     and breaks them



3 (3/01/04)

walking through clandestine loves

  we stagger on the shards of conquest

   broken by betrayed desire

    and embodied by an angry heart

     jealous with the lust for closure

      that tears our lonely hearts apart



4 (2/18/04)

how long have i been half asleep

  dancing to the same beat?

   i must have gotten lazy

    in this stupor long ago

     heavy with the disenchantment

      and i've stepped too far this time

       right into the vulgar mirror

        refelcting my choices declined



5 (2/20/04)

but i believe in chilvary

  and she is my endeavor

   my emancipation

    from a slavery to intangible desire

     i like her best when she's undressed

      those clothes disguise her beauty

        the make up only makes her ugly

         clamoring contagiously to the wax technology

          constantly coerced into control of principality

           between her lips i taste the kiss

            of truth that claims no other

             the fashion of a summer's blush

              invading my ambiguity



6 (3/26/04)

so tell me a new story

  one i haven't heard before

   discern me with your fiction

    and disgust me with your truth

     somehow i've been so mislead

      that i cannot trust the proof

       days unending with the torment

        suffocating like a noose

         so just put me back to bed my dear

          until i find the next excuse



7 (3/12/04)

today is just a holiday

  and i won't work for free

   i'm riding this out till it ends

    with my hands inside my pockets

     searching for a dollar and a demographic

      so just dress me up in dissonance

       and design me like establishment

        put me up to pull me out

         cause this paper's made me cold and weary