Adlib #3
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Do you want me to
tell you that I wantyouneedyoucraveyou?
That I can't face another day without seeing your face?
Do you want me to fill your head with lines
that you've surely heard a thousand times?
Make you smile and your heart beat fast
make up stories of things that last?
Do you want me to lie, looking you in the eye?
Claim to be something that isn't I?
Promises in the dark?D
Swear we'll never part?
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I couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't.
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Truth is I don't know
what to feel
And I'm trying to stay in touch with what's real
It's much too easy to get caught up
Too far to fall, to loosen up
I don't want to hurt you, or cause you pain
And I don't care to go through the grinder again
I've still got the scars from the last hundred times
When my heart took control and I lost my mind.
There's nothing to promise, and nothing to lose
We neither get trampled, and we neither get used.
And you ask if I think of you in the day,
When the answer was only in every way.
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Roger Golden
10/12/2000
Written Adlib in IRC
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A Visit From Death
The more of life
we muddle through
The more it seems unsure;
All the things which go so wrong,
Is there purpose to it all?
Try and try, although we might,
Is there never any end?
Yes my friend
one rainy night
you take a breath
and sigh
your heart beats fast
then slows
and stops
and spittle flows
from the corner of your mouth.
But must we die
to escape?
Can't the rules be changed?
The rules are set
there's no way out
but one
smile now
or cry later
your search is ended
come peacefully
or fight along the way
but you have no choice
just come with me
and die.
Roger Golden Undated
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The Warning
Atop one hill,
And yet to climb others;
I turned to yell a warning,
But the gale tore it away.
The overcast sky belched
Slivers of lightning,
And for a second's fraction
It was as ludicrously clear
As a mural on a building.
Those following never looked up,
And the rain fell down on us,
As we trudged against the inevitable.
Roger Golden
Circa 1981
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Living
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If life is what you make it,
or allow another to make for you;
then I guess the thing to do
is live a smorgasbord of
soul-touching experience
that leads from one little
adventure straight to the next.
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If the memories, when we age,
are the deeds of our youth,
then I suppose the thing to do
is roll with the punches,
dodge the hard knocks,
go with the blows,
and experience an endless flow
of life, and living
and see the world
as the unfolding canvas
that it truly is.
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All that I will ever see
is less than all that has come to be,
and I would say the thing to do
is immerse myself in bits and facts,
feeding on the edges of true knowledge
As if I were some kind of ant feeding
on part of a cookie
dropped by a careless child.
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Roger Golden 9/8/98
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