Guide me to the wine-fountain I know best.
Guide me to the graceful leader from southwest.
Aren't you such an intriguing master?
Am I not the most diligent learner?
Please make me all your acerbic punchlines.
Pray tell me all your humourous lies.
Aren't you the ghastliest charmer?
Am I not an eager flatterer?Sincerely,
from your most obliging soldier,
please don't make me a stranger.Help me to your wickedly enchanting illusion.
Help me to my sorry pathetic delusion.
Aren't you the most elaborate witch?
Am I not an acquiescent good bitch?
Please tell me all my sins; all wrongs I've done.
Pray degrade me; demean me - all in good fun.
Aren't you adept at dulcet laughter?
Am I not the best clown of a character?Sincerely,
from your most despondent jester,
please don't become a stranger.A hundred questions begetting hundreds more.
A hundred options and a circumspect whore.
A hundred questions begetting hundreds more.
A hundred pages of our songs ignored.
Am I not a lyricist of tragedy?
Aren't you my bluest melody?A hundred questions . . .
How do I know your masks
and not your features?
How do I know your patterns
and not your nature?
How have I learned your spells
but not the magic?
How've I learned your formulas
but none of the logic?How can one learn so much
and know so very little?
How can one learn so much
and know so goddamn little?What have I learned of you
and what have I not?
A hundred questions overwritten
on hundred old ones.What have I given you
and what have I got?
Some hundred questions I've lost;
the hundreds rest forgot.
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All Of This Is Very Bleak
PoetryJust a few personal songs and poetry, that's all. The cover is a random photo from my gallery