One Body-one Mind-one Me-One You

My eyes are painted red

The canvas of my soul,

Slowly breaking down,again

Today I heard the news

The stories getting old

When will we see the end?

Of the days, we bleed for what we need

To forgive, forget, move on

Cause we've got

One life to live

One love to give

One chance to keep from falling

One heart to break

One soul to take us

Not for sake us,

Only one

The writting's on the wall

Those who came before

Left pictures frozen still, in time

You say you want it all

But whose side you fighting for?

I sit and wonder why

There are nights, we sleep, while others they weep

With regret, repent, be strong

Cause we've got

Just you and I

Under one sky

Something Really Good is About To Come. This is Butta Baby...

Sences[]Mine

{Watch}
Why do we just sit? We wait outside in this City heat. We watch people as if it is a second Job. We watch them come and go. We stare. We Laugh. We Smile. We Ponder. Where are you going? My Dog is better. Smiles. Not Really. I sit at night. Only night. I watch. I watch the restaurant across from my Living quarters. I watch my Cuban waiter. Oh, Summer Love. I can not wait to play in the rain. Watching water drops roll off your chin excites me. Lonely times. There are new people to watch. Watch me for I am watching You. Sip your water. I will enjoy my Vodka Water that I am about to spill all over the floor. Closing time at Cafe Bolero. Closing time. Until Tomorrow. Oh, but the excitement only begins with the living quarters above this restaurant of delicacy. Not only does excitement come by not having curtains on your large Windows. It brings me Intrigue. That is girl number four this week; is it not? Do not worry. I am watching. Put your eyes on me and I know a place where we can get away. Watch Me-



{Think}
Why do we Think? Is the mind not only just one sided? Are we not just going to repeat the same mistakes? The mind creates despair and anxiety. Anxiety that triggers us to follow through on things we will later soon to regret. Finding back your dignity can only be used as an excuse only once. I am glad you have a one tracked mind like Me. It gives my Life direction. I am laced with your unconscious. Let us move to Paris. Shoot some heroin. Fuck with the Stars? It is our decision to Live fast and Die young. Forget about our Mothers and out Friends. We are just fated to pretend. Pretend to Fade. Memories Fade. We will Fade. The thinking never ends. Open your Train of thought and forget about what you have been told. Forget what you have been taught. Get your head on straight. Think of Today as your Last He Says. In return, this thought of thinking will never lead you to be disappointed. I have made up my Mind. I do Not need to think it over. I am Right even when I am Wrong. Lord, I never say enough. My quality of thoughts has much more depth than its quantity. Never rest the Mind. When all else fails and your self Body lets go all you have left is your Mind.. Your train of Thought. Think my Friend. Think-


{Touch}
My Skin. Soft as Ever. Too Soft actually. Always being Touched. Always wanting Touch. It is Rough. It is Raw. Under my fingertips the smooth Keys. I am Touched. Touch Me. Touch-


{Feeling}
Feeling a Warm breeze turn to cold shivers me in unexpected places. My heart flutters. Is that a Feeling? The never ending excitement of this City we live in satisfies me. Is that a Feeling? Underestimating all the mind games you pass on to me. Feeling alone in a City of Heat. The sun generating its rays upon my pale skin. The sand rushing under my feet. The ache within my Chest from an irregular Heart Beat. The Feeling of Anxiety setting in. Oh, Fuck my Anxiety. It can never define my feelings. Can it? The Feeling of constant heartbreak from constant Disappointment. Is that a Feeling? This is all bringing me Down. Feeling stranded in this town. Water rushing down my back. Water rushing through my Hair. Washing away the bad deeds of the Day before. I feel alone for the First Time. My first moment Alone in the day. What to feel? You make me Feel like a sticky pistol leading into a stamen. You make me Feel like I wanna be a dumb Blonde. You make me Feel like the Amazon's runnin' between my thighs. Is that a Feeling? Control Yourself. Take only what you need from it. Feeling-


{Taste}
The Taste of sweat Beads from your Body glisten across my lips. Glass of Water? A Choke and a gag, she spit up and came back for More. We will just choke on vomit and that will be the End. Taste This-


{Listen}
Oh, Dear Sound. My Life would not be the same without you. You move me to be. I hear the Violins in my Head. Fuck the Voices. The Voices play my Life in forward but the Violins; the Violins play me Still. Your sweet Laughter. Oh, so young. Let us Hope one day we may Laugh together. I hear you. I hear you. I just forgot how to Listen. The music says press On. So I will press On. The Heart does not speak so please Stop telling Me to Listen to It. The cries. I hear her cry from our back Room. My Heart Bleeds Dry for her. Listen You. Listen Kiddo. Listen My Dear. Shape Up. Move Forward. No one keeps you Still. Life will Still Go on. With or without you. Fuck your Heart. It is Never listening to you? Play that music and Listen. Listen To Me-

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When you run out of paper use what is close. For me its trading cards.- Don't ====judge....


Cherry Slices-Coffee-Graham Crackers-Bagel-Cream Cheese-Red Wine

The December sixty puts are one half today-Auggie ten at even- Just becasue you have that growth inbetween your legs does not make you better than me- you are pathetic-Your neverending bank account versus my weekly struggle to survive- Hang On-Why am i so fuckin stubborn?- its how i got here; i know- Your four letter badge means nothing to me- I have four letters we could try out-Everytime-every fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes less without you-but you-you are constantly running through my mind-not you-you-I enjoy when you call me by my formal name-you leave me far from dry on most nights-days included-I stand in the center of a pit surrounded by "Cocks"-Money hungry Cocks surrounding this one pigeon-oh, the ache-concentrate-concentrate-concentrate-concentrate-concentrate-the phone rings-Pay half on seven June?-back to reality-If you put lipstick on a pig its still a pig with lipstick on-Might go home tonight and watch a Classic Deep Throat and think of you-Naughty-Naughty-Back to reality- July sixty-eight puts two quarter bid-Sighs- so we chat- dead time-The world is not always working- I turn to you as you tell me what you and your wife did this weekend-I bet I could have thought of something better to do-I am envious of your family life-i am no mother-i can not stand my own Mother (at Times)((ok; most of the Time))-Not sure if i could be a Mother- I am nothing like your Wife-Stop being jealous of my single life- Well maybe you should be- Last Saturday I got...-Fuck, I really need to get my nails Done this week-I hate this job but who am i to complain-i have a J>O>B-What i would not give to go back to slinggin' drinks for patrons- at least they never judged me for the Art on my body- FINE!- Sell you two hundred at six even- It is not like you will make any money today-was that 10K i just lost>? Nah, forgot to round the decimal- Back to reality-Bitch-God, what is so wrong in your life that makes you feel that way?-You make me Sad when i look at you- Have another drink downstairs- It is on me- May ten on eighteen cars-Market? Fuck, where is my Clerk? HANNIGAN---??? so Young-so Stupid-So Irish- Back to Reality- December 60 calls?- One fourty-one eighty- Yeah, thats how you make a Market newbie- August eighty ninty risk reversal trades six times at two half- Love my Black Market Reporters- Ah, she smells of a Sweet Stripper- Here Comes my headache- I wish i had something else to read right now-Why am I craving a cigarette-My patchulli is wearing off- i never can spell that Word right- Back to reality- One on four-One on eighteen- April one twelve calls- Fifty at three ninety-sixty-No Trade- I'm OUT- Bell Rings- I am on TV today- Not the TV you or I watch- The smart people TV- Fuck Rick Centelli-CNBC Power Lunch loves me- I sell fourty thousand pounds of lean Hog meat and people want to know why- I am a Vegiterian-SP? ; dont ask me- type A J>O>B..-Fuck You Personality- Great Combo!- What's for Lunch?-Back to Reality- I am about to faint from standing here in this pit- in between married men-Refreshing- I can not begin to tell you how much your rude touches offend me- i have not said Hello to you in three weeks but every time you Walk by you brush my Arm w with your Hand-New Text Message- YaY-Lunch-BV's for pizza?- after work please- Back to Reality- Bell Rings- Twenty four minutes until the final fuckin bell and I can leave-12:38pm-the Close is Coming- This stress is what i have been waiting for all day- All the money I Lost- I have now seventeen minutes to make it back- Definitely a possibility- i am REAL good- You will see- Watch My Magic- God, I love nothing more than men yelling at one another- better at it than me- i am an Angel- Fuck- tie me down next time, won't you?- Just lost my wings- Fuck- Twelve Minutes- Back to Reality- I do not care-I can not get you out of my fucking Head- Nine Minutes...i need to Pay my Rent--

I live a Life of Fantasy and Romance...but here; here You don't exist. Here is where the real World starts and the fantasy Ends- Back To Reality-only four Minutes left and i am still down four grand- Everyday is exactly the same-Until Today

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Bending spoons with my mind,
manifesting men of all kinds
in my spare time.
But oh, how I struggled in vain,
to solve this riddle with my brain
when the answer's in my hands.
So I wanna move you around.
Got to turn you inside out.
Yeah, I wanna move you,

Where do you,
where do you,
where do you,
where do you,
where do you get off
living like I'm giving it all up to come here?

I'm moving it safe,
moving it safe,
moving it slow,
teach me a lesson cause I want to know,
if the answer's in my hands.

Yeah yeah, you with your itinerary life,
you're nothing, nothing, never fine in the light.
alright
alright
The nights settling, settling in your bones,
you gotta celebrate your moments,
look into your soul,
you gotta give it a go.

I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.
I I I I wanna move you
I wanna move you around.
I I I I wanna kick off your boots,
give up the fight,
summon the night,
sick and tired of super light.

it's all out, all out on me,
yeah, it's real,

A Little Girl"on her mothers lap on the "L"turns to me today and say "Mommy she is pretty; can I talk to her?- As I am noticing a group of young teen sparking up interest and chaos in the back of my cart. I remember when I was that age. I remember taking the Train home to Lakeview and seeing the professional woman on the train and thinking ï can't wait to be her"-I spotted David Schwimmer this morning on my way in to work. Have to get on the Western Stop more often. Maybe tomorrow I will take the Brown Line and see who I can meet. A homeless man sleeps in the early morning. He is looking for his salvation while the rest of us enter into a meaningless job that brings us no satisfaction. Bumping into my current lover and his girlfriend. Running through the rain at last only to sit in it in my seat: truly Rain? Being flashed on a Friday night on my way to a baseball game. Makes me giggle. Silly Man. Silly Man. Made my day with that..My tunes playing in my ear bringing me back to my youth. I catch a glimpse of the man I work with who is more Sad than you. His name is Edward. He sits in the dark and stares at a screen all day. Just like you. He is special might I say. Very special. Great Demeanor. Great Ass. I watch as you read your Political Books. I watch as you read the Red Eye. I hope you read my expert about you in there. Stop stalking. its not very caddy of you. P.S. Its OK..I see you every morning; same time; who are you? Does your life suck as much as the look on your face? I am tainted with being a thief of stealing her seat. Over the age of 50 deserves it; but man I am so hung over this morning. Next time; I promise. I smell Clover on you and it makes me want to smoke before I exit my train. Why do I not get off at Jackson and take you to LaSalle. I need the exercise; as do you my friend. We can walk together. Riding up the escalator i have a tendency to fall up the stairs. Laughs. its fine. i laughed too. i am a Chicago Bohemian on this train. Don't mind the cowboy boots. I stole them. i watch a Bum fight at the Monroe stop; days before stalling my train because a young man decided to take his Life there. Sad. So Sad. Wonder what he was thinking before The Jump.? I stand on the platform in a tunnel alone. i wait for the lights to approach far away. I look for the Red light to turn colors. Have you ever stood as close as you could to the platform and closed your eyes right as the train passes? Amazing. Feels Amazing. Sends shivers down my back. Are you starring at my tattoos or my ass? Probably both. Do you like my hair? Because I definitely like yours. Body language is more important to me on this train than verbal. Don't speak. Just Smile. Mase? Who has that? I do. Do i know how to use or work it? No. it never came with instructions. Passing from underground to above ground is the best Ever. its like magic. Try doing it backwards. Even better. The conductor always seems to slam on the breaks as I try to move. I'd rather stand don't get me wrong. i like to grasp the Silver pole. Chills my skin. The married couple is cute. Makes me grin. I wonder if they had sex last night or if they will later on this evening.? The Asian with the Caucasian. The Black woman with the white male. The "LP Trixi es"with their "Poser" men on from Damen? Love you all kiddos. You make my mornings and my Afternoons. The pregnant woman who stands there on a crowded cart and no one offers her their seat. is it because the color of her skin, or the wedding band missing from her left hand.? I smell Patchouli....Yeah, i like it. Not a hippy. just smells refreshing. Can you wear that tomorrow? thanks. Does your wife know that you are standing this close to me? Grins. We both know she does, but we both also know you are enjoying this more than your morning coffee with her. Your luggage is taking up my seat. i hope your bag has a good comeback for my attempt to shove it up your ass. Listen once i leave. i am Gone. I am never coming back. The odds of you and i meeting again in the same place. Never going to Be. Good Morn; Good Day; Good Eve