Un Viejo Poema

This was written in Montevideo, Uruguay.  Randomly popped into my head the other day.  Shite poem but then I was thinking and blah blah blah theres more below.

Things you Say
"Your voice is like warm milk," never
been told that before.
"I'd love you if you wouldn't leave me,"
as it I want to go.
And my hands suck the heat out of
your skin so cold.
And I wonder what this will feel like
if I grow old.

So then I was like that should be called "things you said" cause I don't hear you anymore (which is fine, by the way, cause you'll always be cool) and you'd never say that to no one else, right? yeah. right.  feel free to copy them, readers. like it was that original in the first place, bahahaha.  I read this shit I write sometimes and am fifty percent of the time like wtf?  and then thirty two percent like "shit" or "gay" or "HHWI" or whatever it doesn't usually see the light of day. . . this leaves me (or should I say you) to read the top ten percent that I care enough about to type up and let you read.  Now you math people are thinking, "where's that last eight percent, Sean?"

I have no idea.  It got away somehow and I haven't been able to make it come back.  I need to hire better bounty hunters.  Maybe its just the percentage of stuff I come up with while improvising, writing stream of consciousness on computers all over the world (if you ever open up a document called "piensas" in an Argentine hostel send me an email, hahaha, mi correo está debajo, jejeje)  But I thought surely that my impromtu stuff got censored by someone at the WTF committee.  Ah so new bounty hunters...

That's about where I was at when I got on here and wrote this...

Things you say

things you said

things you wish
you want to take away
maybe sin or
bliss of memory

nothing seems
now quite the same
as
defeated ideas grow
momentum new ones
never even roll.

Defeat and victory
are silly concepts
for you and me
for you and me
to want to live together
we must make together
make it
something better
than is was before

Is equality too much to ask for?

faster forward
towards the future
is every mind here with us?

we do forget
masses perhaps
standing by the roadside
pause and ask
instead of pass
and listen to the
words

everyone chooses
different ones
but we do like
our assumptions

if we're to live
we must forgive

and move towards
a stronger junction

where we can believe
in more than ourselves
and depend more on others

like a coalition of lovers
instead of either
enemies
or
brothers

we gotta do this better next time.
I need to write some better rhymes.

:)

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