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Let-Live-Let-Live: An Ink and Paper film-song

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shallow ground

one step out beneath the other
it faded quick
crashing down i went
holding out my arms
holding in my breath
i caught myself
but scabbed my knee
shallow ground
was to shallow for me

Not a realization

Case is not knowing

Fact is not caring 

Mystery outgoing 

Ambitions internal

Figure it out

And let it be

Let it bleed, so to say

And keep up not caring

Forever is long

Stop looking

Desert bleak

City smoggy

Ambition internal

Now out going

Towards the motel

Back behind

From start of day

Go in the door

After key unlocks

Plop yourself on the bed

With an awaiting friend

Lowest click, dimmest light

Cigarette lit ashen 

Needles strewn about 

Spoon awaiting

Drawers empty

But a bible

One nights pay

A low income 

Embers outside

The window peering

Above the air conditioner unit

Thats all we see

Bloody trails

Blacken bruises

Missed hits

In the heartbreak motel

I Love You

You don’t open up.  

It make’s thing’s oh so difficult.  

I tried to tell you.  

That it will set you free.

To speak the feeling’s you wish you could speak.  

You build up,

congested self you eat.  

-Say I love you, 

it will set you free.  

They already know,

they know already.  

You complicate thing’s.  

-Say I love you,

because you do.  

It’s not a lie,

it’s the truth,

it’s how you feel.

It will set you free,

I am telling you.

The Ghost

Crystal ghost is down my throat again

pounding at my heart

I regain power again

to undo all my faults

Time time time

is all I have

Days to plan

my system go

-k.j.r.

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Let-Live-Let-Live: An Ink and Paper film-song

On the train

I Am on the train

Headed for San Francisco

From the suburbs

Takes 45 minutes

I'm on the second, or third car

It is all but empty

Three people to the far end

And as we get closer,

The more stops we take

The more the people

Will fill the car seats-

I am all dressed up

With nail polish and all

With lipstick, with eyeliner

A Black dress over a slip,

Black stokings

I'm wearing my best shoes

And Iv'e bought new glasses

Wearing a light suit coat

Brought my suitcase,

A bag,

My computer,

And jornal books, with books to read as well

Headed for San Francisco

On a train

From the suburbs

To visit a certain somebody

For 45 min I sit

And watch people get on,

Hear it get louder

Wait for my stop

You can imagine

All the people

The different people

Going in and out

I sit in the last seat

And see all

What ever seat is mine

Empty from my departure

5 stops ago

It get's so congested now

No one can get through the door

On my way to San Francisco

From the suburbs

A 45 minute Bart ride

South under the bay

Where everyone inbetween lurks

Through the doorways

Of a train car