These two items were written at cupp's, while waiting to meet JM.
I was alone and feeling a bit desolate but I'll post them anyway.
Somehow failed
to mention that
I've gone on
and met my fate
on another level
Screaming
I HAVE NOTHING
and no answer
came but
SILENCE
So I thought it
was hopeless and
ended my search
for answers
"Look 2 God"
Others say-
"He will show you
the path
you were meant for"
But when?
For me it seems
he is already too late
I guess.
And this fucked up road
I walk
What is this?
Am I still
sane enough to see the way?
Or should I give in
to the shade offered
By every tree along the way?
I've stopped
and slumbered under
so many so far
lengthening my travels
Making myself ill-
The nightshade in my viens
The hawthorns in my skin
I bleed
Just like everyone else
$ my heart has been handed out
in little pieces
Like invitations
To an execution
A dim entry on a blank page
No will for other things
Except a release of rage
SO BUILT UP

So blank is what's left of my heart
I wish it full again
But the silence it causes can be beautiful
And the tarnished souls awaits... an answer maybe?
But the true question has yet to come

And now that I'm free of all the subtle- ties
The time that was wasted
Now has a chance to be reclaimed
Will it be grasped or even reached for?
Yes

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The standards no longer exist
No "type"
No "style"
No "league"
I am just here
Let go of the hurt
the inhibitions
Cos the chance to start over
I have taken
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