no_apologies SOIA No Apologies Respect is earned through dedication Work in progress never stops. Insult me with your hatred And I say what have you got Nothing, Nothing where it counts. It's a weak mans notion that I owe you. Open doors not enough Now you want to be carried through. No regrets Don't blame me for your failures I've had more than I can count In reality its not about me Just take a look inside yourself Nothing, Nothing, Nothings sacred. Don't tell me that I owe you. Open palms and empty lies Are what we've seen from you. No regrets we'll Never ever lay down No apologies Don't wanna hear the lies No apologies. We've got a right to be Cant let em take you out We're not about to give up our convictions. No apologies. The powers in your hands No doubt. 031121 ... ClairE It's the things that make you feel alive that are far between but not quite so far apart as to necessitate as much as a yowl. No overanalysis, rubbing your hand over the surface like a balloon, trying to make it squeak. No attempt to take a running jump and try to dive inside it like a summer swimming pool-- it doesn't really maximize the glow. No need for subversion, like picking up a gourd in your two hands and shaking for the sound of what's hidden within, phantom-hard. If this is what it took to get here, it's a sacrifice I'll gladly make. Vision eyes, they look completely through the hand I'm holding. Post-Cassandra, you needn't mourn. No_one told me the absence of desire wasn't a release of joy, but instead a stumbling, gluey thing, eyes half_asleep, a glass of water, a scratch. You learn as you unlearn, the wheel's motion. Time does effect loss, after all, so that sometimes it's water rushing past your ears, but then again, mostly air, that covers up the sound. 040305 ... () () 060418 ... poet as opposed to all_apologies 060418 what's it to you? who go blather from