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Watching the Clock
Happiness flying so high I cannot reach, If only I could find them that would teach. Sitting so dim living through others, wondering why them and not the other. Lights down low, time so slow, watching the clock one day and then two. The days march by with many a glitch, wondering why I still live in this son of a bitch.
By Rob Casteel
Happiness
An illlusion. A rumor
of an emotion that does
not exist long. It comes
fleetingly. It leaves
fleetingly.
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An allusion to the harlequin's
smile, those diamond patterns
intended to bring smiles
bring tears.
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An obsession for the sad
heart's ranting. Who has laughter,
who joy? Not beyond reach,
beyond compare and access.
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A confession for losts and alones
who travel searching instead of feeling.
Inside the wall of the heart is a cell
filled to breaking with mote sized
blissfulness so small no one can see.
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An affectation as affliction in situation
or contrition. A way to avoid explanations
or conotations, the full spectrum of
expression. Every coin has two sides,
but it would not be a coin if there were no
density between.
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Star
04-01-15
1002a
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