Fwd: We may be better off

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From: <amanda@talkdata.com>
Date: Tue, May 24, 2011 at 10:35 PM
Subject: We may be better off
To: Me <macleaney@gmail.com>


Letting this thing fall apart
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Treasures

These tears are
Heavenly treasures
Regret, a broken heart, regret
It skips a beat
Ignored
An empty heart
Ignored
A spoken word
Spoken thoughts of you

This picture
Requies our science
These numbers
Require our art
The room where you once laid
It calls to me
Requires my heart

My judgments tear you out of the equation
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Poetry is when
My stream of consciousness finds
A vein
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The how to is a cave

Many of us wish to teac
But the how to is a cave
The how to is cold and dark
The how to is a grave

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Missing

Cause I've been missing you so much
I don't know how to lift myself up
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I don't know

I don't know if this shit just moved me because I'm sentimental...
Or if there's really something there
I ought to know, I ought to have the answers, have the patience
To have had it figure out
By now

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What would you look like

If I took off your bandages?
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spider

you have a home
stop crawling on top of my desk like a spider
instead,
please -
weave me a web

i'm weaving a web
just weaving a web
but what can i say i've caught?

printed and bound

oh, it's a struggle, it's a fight
to make it all fit exactly right
to make sure all the ends are tied tight
to make it what i want
whatever that might be.

i found it sitting on a shelf
i found it underneath a paperweight
i used to have to many names for you
that's just how you got lost.

i saw you dancing like a sparkle [flash of ?] in my dreams
that's how i recognized you.
leaves of paper, printed words
who has the energy for that?
who made you, little one?

i've been skipping stones
skimming my own bones
looking for some meat to write a few tiny poems about

maybe someday i'll make a song
figure out how to get along
without falling apart

letters printed all over the place
taking up space
floating along where my dreams ought to be
what happened to me?
i'm still fluttering, floating around
waiting to be
printed and bound.

People make good canvasses

But poor mediums
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The cords I tied to you just strangled me
Too scared to cut them off
Will I lose you too?
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Mi corazon

Me duele
Me duele
Me duele mucho en mi
(Repita)
No puedo hacer nada
No puedo hacer nada
No puedo hacer nada
Silencio en los cielos
Ayudame para escuchar
La (dolor? Pain) es mi oyido
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Sad girl

Sadf girl, come one
How long will you forget?
How long youir love has already suffered for you?
Why are you crying tell me what you're waiting for?
Sometimes you have to haul your ass out of the bed
There's glory waiting in the breakfast pan
Waiting just for you you are
Just waiting to be fed

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Honey I know

Oh yes I do
Honey the demons fight me too
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he'll find himself

He’ll find himself

With someone who’s okay with him not knowing himself

And not knowing those around him

He’ll find himself

Either with or without happiness, companionship

In proportion to his grace

He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to hold his hand

He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to take him there

He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to hold his hand

He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to take him there

Go on without him

Go on with just your own resolve

Go on with all your flaming arrows

Now your quiver’s full

Go on and touch it

Touch that golden floating chalice

Pull it down and make it servant to your lips

It’s gonna make you full

It’s gonna make you fly

It’s gonna make you want to pull down angels’ wings

we pretend

We pretend it’s nothing to be born

A thing nobody asked for

Nobody asked to be

We pretend it’s only breathing, just a breath

But something in the air we breathe

Is a witness against our ignorance and blindness

We are fast asleep

Though not many of us dreaming

We are walking in a cloud escaping form

We are wrapped like vines around a standing pillar

Scaling the surface with our leaves

We are breaking bread

And making much of every morsel on the shelf

Noting the absence of ourselves from the table at which we sit

Where have we gone? Hid away with silent echoes

In the corners of existence

The air that we’ve been pretending to be breathing

All along

the business woman

I’m a businesswoman

All dressed in black

In such a hurry to get to the other side

Of the track

On the move and

On the rise

Businesswoman in disguise

Working woman with a pack strapped on her back

She’s got mud caked in her shoes and sits in opportunity

I had a cookie just to honor my love for her today.

Fwd: Time began in a garden

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From: <amanda@talkdata.com>
Date: Sat, Apr 30, 2011 at 2:33 PM
Subject: Time began in a garden
To: Me2 <macleaney@gmail.com>



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Fwd: Life moves slowly

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From: <amanda@talkdata.com>
Date: Sun, May 1, 2011 at 8:07 AM
Subject: Life moves slowly
To: Me2 <macleaney@gmail.com>


And is over quickly
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Fwd: Parting with plastic

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From: <amanda@talkdata.com>
Date: Fri, Apr 29, 2011 at 5:12 PM
Subject: Parting with plastic
To: Me2 <macleaney@gmail.com>


Where will you be in five years time
I wonder
I have a difficult time saying goodbye to you

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no use

There's no use trying to impress you
Cause I never know what to expect