{Box of Secrets} [This is good]

my heart is beating, beating, beating

"River" - Akron/Family

A Cup of Tea and Your Insights

It's so easy to be just like you
And she's so easy to see
It's so easy to be just like you
Said that you were

And I can't hold onto her with just my appetite
But I get so hungry for another chance
And it's so easy to be just like you
Said that you were

And I know sometimes my mind's not right
And I'm not sure what I should do
But I try real hard to stay up all night
Just to be like you

Now Jackie Brown has been on my mind
Sometimes I think that I
Am not exclusive enough, or not enough
To be something special for her

She's so hard on me
Hard, like I know someday I will be
It's so easy to be just like you
Said that you were

And I started thinking I was beautiful
So I ran back to the boys room
And would I do it again, well I probably would
Just to be like you

Mentally I was not prepared
And gently she said 'baby that's all right'
Frustrated times where I come from now
Coming back here, really nothing to say

And she's so hard on me
Hard, like I know someday I will be
And she's so easy to see
It's just so easy to be just like
She said that she was

And I know that I could be all right
If I could just come over
For a cup of tea and your insights

Well I know that I could be all right
If I could just come over
For a cup of tea and your insights

Well I know that I could be all right
Yes I know that I could be all right
Cause I know that I could be all right
I know that I could be all right
Cause I know that I could be all right
I know that I could be all right
I know...that I could be all right
Cause I know...that I could be all right
Cause I know...that I could be all right
Cause I know that I
I know...I could be all right

12 A Cup of Tea and Your Insights

Mark Mulcahy

sleeeeeepy time.

The night is young and dark,

And free,

Full of endless, spinning possibility

As the moon turns on itself

And glances back, seductive,

At the failing night, at the gleaming city,

While our lips run cold and the pitter-patter

 Of healing hearts are comforting and shining

 At this time of day.

Words that spin, slide, avalanche and fall

Taking with them both sides, opposites

Weaving paradox, spinning webs of mystery

We wonder of the other, what for this dying breath,

This dying day, this dying flame.

Listening close to the places between

Where the light doesn’t reach

And the only sounds are those of your veins undulating,

Waving in this breeze, in this current.

Kingdoms rise and thrones fall,

But always remains the man

His sword and his pride

Until all is shrugged off

And eternal is the night.

Peace be with you,

And also with you.

it's not so bad now. Life goes on, things sort themselves out. Everything happens, everything is.

i am.

The wind picked up

And my body roared,

My throat closed up

As the waves broke wildly,

As the current carried you away from me,

And the sandy shore was then

Made barren, made desolate,

Emptied of you.

Choking back tears, holding

On to the memories

And the faint, dim pictures

In my mind (forever fading,

forever departed),

with the strength of a god,

with the strength of a frightened child,

hungry, and laughing in the dark.

Echoes of

Heartbeats heard in the silent places,

Those places from where

Language and light

Flee.

My mad disposition, the insane,

Hurtful gleam in my eye,

A mirror of the suffering of ages,

Catches sight of what appears

To be you, but materializes

Into a stand of

Trees, a grove of illusion,

Tugging on heartstrings cut

By bitter love.

This is an ode to your memory,

To your existence in place, in time,

An ocean away from my

Clenched jaw,

from my beating heart,

From the callow tears that fall for you.

things are going to be better now. yaya. going up to seattle to visit courtney for a week in early january - can't wait. i'm going to be okay. i'm going to be okay. i'm going to be okay. i'm going to be okay, i swear it.

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