John W. (Coyote) Fox

Found a lot to drink-
Found a lot to smoke-
Found a lot to pop-
and only a year to go.
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Sky's all funky, dark and cloudy,
thunderstormy weather brewin'.
Deep insidey, house all warmy,
coffee 'n cakes're what I'm doin'.
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2 hearts happy
2 hearts beating
1 heart loving
1 repeating
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Where I once was, I long to be again.
Where I felt so free,
and I liked being me,
and I knew how it felt to have a friend.
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I am left alone.
My thoughts cannot be shared with a void.
Thoughts need to be expressed, known, felt, shared, spoken, understood.
Do you speak to the walls-to the floors-to the open door?
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my mind-tell me I'm safe.
Free me...hold my hand. The shake remains a shake and peace is not conceived.
I'm tired of walking into stone walls-dead ends of life.
Feel the ends of my life. It's plain to see I'm chasing me.
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So many thoughts have passed this way before,
but I have not allowed them to invade my door.
So why do they persist in coming back for more
when my mind is closed and I am not receiving.
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I can't settle.
I either float to the top or sink
to the bottom, but I cannot stay in
one place or another for very long.
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Love is not my mind nor motion. Love has left me standing cold.
Love has not been kind or pleasing. Love will watch me growing old.

Hate has been my sole redemption. Hate and I have made good friends.
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