Older sister, you sent me jam this year For my birthday, from Newfoundland I write you because I have come near A sense of family and I understand The longing brook below the gathering stream Receiving and yet not fully receiving Recognized and yet not fully recognized Above the sidewalk of the night-walled city Made understandable and undisguised Oh for the walkway unforged And the walkway forged And glassy like a marine candle I walk along and grasp the handle For it is in me to be scared to understand If the night passes slowly, I'll tell you what we might do Tie up our long hair and walk To where the sea comes in And goes out as it has a habit And slowly meanders The way it wants to, Which is always the same Untold depths of the pattern Past coincidence of reminding From stepping to stepping stone Long before you knew I had to and I had to learn We both were the tide itself as it turned When this life potential was rhythm pattern And there was no bad habit to break Against the dock the breaker crashes And crashes again, a second wave before the first is done Through the course of love the space-time grows and passes Then shrinks and reverses back to the one One, when the two of us are one

Some dog millionaire, just like the rest Taking the hammer, putting it to the test Finding it wanting, reorganizing Come tot the hallway and try recognizing Old poem of the glass door reflection And our relationship's historical dimension Our community of rascals and bandits Made to break one with concepts of being stranded. Slow moments passing in the passage with the beggar's curse Desdemona on the mind of one who never felt thirst The woman shining brightly with so far No too-painful sense of her own beauty The heart stumpingly plain and simple words She speaks and still wonders what's his, what's hers The thing is that it's just as much and just as little But by the time the black man dies or the white man finds acquittal She will realize from beyond that she nor no man owns life But the rules are set to give the power and enjoyment to fools, this world is rife With them and interpreting patience at her leisure She takes a better look at mind and passing pleasure Everlasting pain, now what a concept It's the trust of an old grey hair that dispels that No good trying to get off the train early You'll just have to wake up again in the same part of the journey. What's the part where you at? Mine is the battle with Frieza We've been watching for days while Goku draws power to this Energy Orb

When the instinct materializes What direction will rabbit take He ran so far with no disguises Until he thought his will might break But it was not so, at least now When he wrestles with his fear It drives him to hop to run a vow Is made and try to hold on to it The black sheep, maca roco ray Nobody doubts his colour changes In the night with no one else around His heart climbs on the mountain ranges In the village, maca roco ray There are some who find your ways disturbing You keep to yourself some days And walk and play no loves perturbing In the village, maca roco ray There is one who leads and those who follow Yet where one wanders where one stays Is guided by one bright apollo We share one sun, maca roco ray, But you (lie) are like alone subversive In useless weakness all your days But the community observes it You fool no one, maroco ray The sinner and the lazy sin The waste of grass and wool and shelter To see you struggle makes me grin =\---====-----------\\\\--=\===--- The same win the same winner Wins in one field loses another Steady for a second fence Believe the true wish Of the island nation Integration, independence Republic of Sark Flags unfurled It makes me want To remember this world And reside in it again A cold intellectual unthinking male Alongside his overemotional unfeeling female Can this be so Of course not no Usually one being one, they might imbalance the other But it doesn't mean that either one Doesn't exist. It made me want to read My book and not forget about it And I know I always do For a little while. The punctuation is important In the sense that it helps readers follow Though it sometimes takes The pleasant significance of the ambiguity The beautiful witch with the moral compass. (It's the new Shins album) I'm just a simple man with an honest heart But I'm not sure I'm the one who can invent What it is supposed to be the lyrical shelf I put five books up here and slanted their covers Because I had a recollection And I invented a game where the pieces were covered And the rules unknown; Yeah but I play like I know them Obviously. There's no second blessing For the culture that was first received And second dissected; But there is a a way And it's never detected Except when it's being understood. And that not only intellectually Very often Well that would be nice, For emotions are true At the very depths it's who? The subtlety is too Impressive to grasp. I'm afraid I'll slide under that spell again ń ñ é š à ñ

I was talking to Jan and I said "that's so subtle" It is a very subtle mechanism Which we don't understand Oh of course, not completely, yet Other things I understand Other things past generations understood which I don't Other things future generations understand which I don't. The things I do - Hey what you say man? I'm so full of you Hey what you say woman? I'm so full of you Hey what you say father? I'm so full of you Hey what you say mother? I'm so full of you Hey what you say family? I'm full of you Hey what you say brothers and sisters now? I'm full of you So I was saying it's subtle That's so subtle Not even admitting to being surprised It's such an in between gesture That's why Nigel was a bad teacher to so many students But not in any incredibly important situations yet That's why Nigel was a bad student to so many teachers But not in every situation yet And it's nice to make money from your creative works if you can it happens that one is lucky and heard the opportunity have to from being able to write the career on the scholarship application and actually get one scholarship for science scholarship for music born in a situation that would let me do things that I want to Not whenever I want I've been starting to feel that lately a lot How much I'm not allowed to make noise it Or even the early evening Or even for a short while in the night Once in a week, once in a blue moon, Once or twice in the night, And trying to do it everyday I have so many things which take me out of the house during the day I could actually make time to go home and practice I could actually set my schedule however I want That would let me freely do what I want Except when I'm not free From self-controlling I invented the little self With my penis and with my mind except when i'm not free from self controlling i invented the little self with my own penis and with my mind I'm worthy of listening a second time of course i'm. There's an upside and a downside to my philosophy And there's the state of being the philosophy describes And they're both right, one beside the other But one of them is inside the other But one of them is really not in the other one But the other one is in the One Other. Did I somehow now realize Thanks to it having been reported That it's Thursday at 10:30 And at 10:01 was when I quieted down When I am being loud and tuning in To the sound I hear Strictly speaking, one can't Be loud That is an adjectival quality One can't Be loud That One is an equivalent Which can't capital letter "Be" The way we use adjectives Grammatically implying equivalence I have to laugh at the way i write attention and did not communicate to a person on the other side I feel I was rude and urged to apologize I'm such a loud person I'm so impolite The thing about myself and the communities here Is that I don't feel I have to be included in their lives In the same way they resent me for not being included In the same way I resent them for stepping in my business When we don't trust each other When we're not trustworthy It's often probably easily solved by knowing one another other It is too bad that where the line is drawn Are 40 minutes of annoyed annoying noises To be made at me in response To me playing what is felt too loudly And of course I can't be the judge Of what's too loud for you But how can you be the judge Of what's the quietest, too quiet for me. So neither of us gets what we fully want and we don't learn to compromise about what we want If we ever learn I'm going to be thankful to you And I'm going to bow and apologize and cry to you And I'm going to stand upside stand beside to you And I'm going to fight fight for you And I'm going to try not to fight violently and hurtfully to other people And little animal beings when I don't have to Generally the animal being doesn't fight back And generally we say that to hunt the hunter Which is going to fight back against You can be a little cruel They got the meat, they got the fur They got the tusks, they got the her They got the him, they got the pronoun They got the grammatically official pronoun being it Not getting him or her in the technical definitions of our modern language Is that the same as a secular definition? Or is it just inaccurate? No Nigel, No Nigel; It's a different emphasis I'm a little baby baby I've got fur behind my ears I've got a little cat Named Snippypippys And I had a cat named Tintin Of course I've got that cat Always was my cat and naturally always is my cat But he lives over at What is that street? The one that intersects North Street What is that street? The one that intersects South Street What is that street Where it's OK to smoke weed? Where it's OK to have long hair Where it's OK to be?

My neighbourhood pals I'll never forget my neighbourhood pals I'll never forget my neighbourhood I'll never forget my neighbourhood pals There always can be a new close acquaintance You've known forever Throughout existence like you have all beings You sure do recognize it strongly in other beings You sure do recognize it Only U2 could be found at the Joshua Tree When the Joshua Tree was first made in 83 Oh I just made that year up But it's in the 1980s, I'm sure of that Which is a true decade in music An influential decade

At the time of writing The night was calm The rain was driving The savant was listening And was whistling To the sound of serine But the sound of serine Was a hydroxyl And the savant was fighting At the imprecision When what was really meant was The inaccurai The savant was tasting To the salt of cysteine But the salt of cysteine Was a disulfide He could see the salt bridge From the test of patience From the cat and ani On the ordered side But to walk across it From the blanket resting Never host nor guesting Often seemed a bridge too wide Then the waves came first Then the rays of first thirst The disturbance rising As the dark subsides I know you'll understand me when I say The savant was straight edge in the straightest way The savant was straight edge But the straight edge was The bent coat of a crooked Christian The crooked Christmas Of a crestfallen saint Chastening The saintly patience My saint's creation I buried him with it in the pit In the sarcophagal chamber Next to the myocardial infarction danger Oooo yeah free from sickness forever And now it's all right, now it's all right