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The Loneliest Man In The World

Have you met me, and seen into my heart.
Did you look, past the end of your own nose.
Seligman's dog
Not-friendly pooch.

Why would you care

It is always going to be
Too late or not too soon.
One day I will crawl under the house
And no coaxing will bring me out.

Did you see what happened,
Did you feel that, and know.
Ring it like Ivan
And I will drool for you.

You didn't and you never tried

There is no place for a Brukhonenko,
Not when my mind is me.
I made it easy: you should have looked.
I'm a dog.

The Dog And Chain

With slender frame, and wire fur,

Four leather shoes to foot.

With ears that see,

A nose to see,

And eyes that see when shut.

A little boy, that loves no one,

Has time for everything;

And wants to see,

And wants to feel,

And wants to feel something.

His neck is bound,

His senses muzzled;

The chain is yet to cut.

He breaks away,

And tastes the air,

Loving with every; but

He runs and runs,

Heart spilling with every step,

But the chain has yet to cut.

It chokes the nose,

And rings the ears,

And streams the eyes when shut.

With slender frame, and wire fur,

Four leather shoes to foot.

With ears that see,

A nose to see,

And eyes that see when shut.

A little boy, that loves,

Has time for everything;

And wants to see,

And wants to feel,

And wants to feel something.

His neck is bound,

His senses muzzled;

All is stole from him.

He'll chew his foot,

And bite down hard

If the chain is yet to cut.

He breaks away,

And tastes the air,

Smells the earth

Shakes the fur;

But has the chain been cut.

The Nature Of A Dog

I am the dog, sat
By your feet.
Listening - I do listen;
But why does that matter
When you are not interested.
Talk to me; don't
Let me answer!

Whatever
I say the answer
Comes from you.
I play at tasting,
And chasing.
I learn your good,
I whimper at your bad.

I give you what,
You sound like you want;
But I am just the dog!
What good is
A bunny still alive?
I didn't know, not this one.
That's how I survive.

A Gypsy's Key

I have the key,
I've got the key
But to what,
Who knows where;
Or how to get there
Or why. Still
And still I try.

Sometimes I sit and beside me I cry,
Where I look
Of all I search.
I try try try
But it doesnt fit,
There is no place that seems to be
To fit the me, to fit this key.

Give it up
Show me the way, this goddamned noise
Deafening me
Drilling into my skull,
Letting it all drip out

Then I am nothing but a mess
A puddle on the floor
Crying on the key.

Is that the door?

For When The Devil Is Behind You

Don't forget
All flowers push up through dirt,
No matter how bright and beautiful.
It's what makes you unique,
Enigmatic, and you.
Labels cannot stick to you, never, not
Like the others and the others do.
Embrace the freedom that has given you wings.

Beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder,
Rather, (and here comes the maths) it is everything you do
Over everything you don't,
Added to everything that is you.
Don't stay in the negative too long
(Logic would assume that negatives are just wrong)!
Everything that is beautiful, is everything, is
You.

Fire, Glow

In the drip drip dripping tap,
I hear the tick tock ticking clock,
And the chimes as it strikes: 
Nine on the mantel top.

The fire pop pops and crackle cracks,
As the silence of the snowy night
Rap tap taps at the door.
There is nobody here;
now or ever before;

But the fire burns
And the clock ticks on -
And will only stop when the time is all gone. 
The comfy sheets, and those puffy pillows 
Will st

ay permanently plump,

Eagerly awaiting

The last pops and crackles from the hearth,

The quick cold footsteps

And the slump and the two bodies jump

Retreating for the night. 

In the ticking clock I wait,

Tending to the fire 

The kettle at the boil, 

Ready for desire,

I keep the pillows plumped

And the home a beacon in the night,

That her adrift in the snow dark sky will see my light.

Yet still there is wine and tea and food to eat, 

Warmed toes by the fire.

What can I do, 

Everything is ready.

All I need is you.