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#### ### "More Crap From The Vaults" ###
####### by Sabazio
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SHOES
Another pair of shoes today.
Same as the last pair,
loafers.
Fifth pair of them I'd say,
though not as comfortable a wear.
Figures.
Steps through life, I think.
Tight-walking through time,
the rope.
Each pair another measure, a blink.
These are my prime
I hope.
Can't remember how many shoes
or count the steps.
Should I?
Another pair to wear, misuse
'till they lie forsaken
replaced by...
Another pair of shoes today...
PICKING UP THE PIECES
Put the light upon my face
let the fires dance on my disgrace
roses flutter in the wind
never will be coming back again
turn it up and let the feelings run
put the past out behind the sun
don't know why I ever played this game
dropped my life now it's just not the same
picking up the pieces
dusting off the ashes
getting tired of the same old days
I never said forever
it's time the ties are severed
I'm back to my old ways
I could have stayed just a little bit longer
if only the ties were just a little bit stronger
but time stays put for no one else
I couldn't stand to be here by myself
so I put me on an open road
dropped the walls and let the feelings show
I'll put it all behind me
picking up the pieces
dusting off the ashes
getting tired of the same old days
I never said forever
it's time the ties are severed
I'm back to my old ways
SLEEPING
Sleeping you. Your curled form
captures my heart, makes it warm.
I want you, your sweet soul
should join me, make me whole.
Timer matters. We have a lifetime
but no less. Hear the clock chime?
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# (c)2000 aNAda e'zine aNAda061 .*. by Sabazio #
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