I sit here wondering what it is all about...the feelings...the thoughts...it has just faded out and I have refused to admit it. Replaces with new...remained the old..it is just hard to let time go. I know that it was left many moons ago...but there is just a small wish that the memory was stronger...I know...you know..we have the same life...yet it is better for you...in time I will reach that place but I will no longer want to be there. The anger of timing...ambulance one moment...lover the next...how can you do that with no remorse? I desire things...but I have been hiding away...but you finished my thought...I am not so lonely as you...but I will continue on with my wants...you do not wish me to wait...you only want me for a moment...so that is what I shall be. it will become you...for I can no longer hear of others...you are no longer what I desire...and you smile and say.....yes...it is that time....Your time is up.

but damn....sure wish I did not have to tell you I did not. AWONE! CRAP...what the hell is this....I hate you to be all alone so it is a toughie....you say as you are wrapped around your finger.................gggggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

what am I doing!

too frikkin...yes...frikkin tired....for water brothers..........why do I even ask!

YES...exactly what we don't want...goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There are so many islands!
As many islands as the stars at night
on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken
like falling fruit around the schooner Flight.
But things must fall,and so it always was,
on one hand Venus,on the other Mars;
fall,and are one,just as this earth is one
island in archipelagoes of stars.
My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last.
I stop talking now.I work,then I read,
cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast.
I try to forget what happiness was,
and when that don't work,I study the stars.
Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam
as the deck turn white and the moon open
a cloud like a door,and the light over me
is a road in white moonlight taking me home.
Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.

Ten minutes...you are there..."are your heels high enough?" you ask...I think so...but do not say...smothered in touch...the places that roam...here...there...compare to teddy...never a comparison...but then again...should there be? magic happens and then the separation...it was easier this time...and now...2 are gone and you are also....off already with the next one...spending the time...why do we do this...it is not wanted...I look up and think, are my heels high enough? They aren't...I can still see you....grow taller to see nothing but the clouds around my mind...but no...heels stay low and I see everything and my eyes are going blind........a regret is growing...

I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun
Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
Told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
And did the best she could to try to raise me right

But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others
But too much something' and not enough another
You've got it all together like a lovin' machine
Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream

Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too
Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait,
The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of the World War III
Oh, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U
Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too

Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E translate