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TOMORROW IN THE PAST
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JOURNAL#2 an original concept with some modification
a transitory existence in this rare inebriation
passed and present chaotic thoughts fly into my head
when in the morning I finally make it "up and at 'em"
my soul and heart linger in bed
I took all the laughter
I took all the pain
I can no longer take another single emotion
ever again
did you really believe in me
or was it only the quintessential mirror image of
the
my truest finest thought out emotion
my constant aching misery
be I smiling in the cold pouring rain
my good humor twists and turns
inside myself as if in some pitiful
mortal animal pain
original humor thought and wit
keep me intellectually fit
yet my emotional needs continue to burn with
a painful question
will I ever learn?
sweet fair soothing love do grant me
Pandora's last treasure
HOPE
give my still life guidance
wisdom and new scope........
(written Dec 26,1990)
