Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy New Year

Hold all the compulsions that want to slam against a wall. Decorations,
Hitting the wall, dead and cold. There is no way out for the moment.
Don't want to sew up each ripped seam of hopeful lies.
Faith. Lies. Doubt. Faith. Anger. Pain. Faith. Confusion.
He is closest to the spiritually impoverished. Those who the world looks upon with
disdain or with admiration.They are equally fleeting and painful.

It will be okay in a few days, weeks, months, maybe years.
I am still thankful for what I do have, the remains are an abundance
to some. Happy New Year. Tomorrow will be better. Hopefully.

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