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State: New York
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Expertise: wandering & missing
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11/18/2002
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From A Homeless Boy
Go to bed, dreams are dead,
and now you have to learn to make
cement or cardboard boxes your bed,
go to bed, and dream you're left far away,
maybe one day it will finally come true.
my cardboard box,
you were a home to me, for weeks and weeks,
and maybe it was a pain I couldn't describe
maybe it was embarrassing, the dirt
covering me from feet to eyes,
and hunger from the starving pigsties of
the center of the Earth to which I would
not trek again to. How do I find food now?
Call home collect, "I'm okay. Just out of town.
I'm okay. I'm home now."
Go to bed, the bugs are dead, now no one
can find you in this alley you've found. Go
to bed. The fears should be dead. You can
visit dreamland, and keep praying
one day you'll soon be dead.
The streets are cold and hard in youth,
when you've nowhere to turn or go,
and there isn't a place for you to know or see
how hard and loud I want to scream and sob
SOMEONE PLEASE JUST HUG AND HOLD ME
DON'T LET ME BE HERE ALONE ANYMORE PLEASE
JUST HOLD AND WANT TO KEEP ME
JUST WANT ME. ME. ME. ME. PLEASE. . .
PLEASE--don't let me live on any longer this way--
Met some strange men today. Homeless for their
own ways. If I could find some drugs, life would
be an easier place to stay in. Met some strange women.
Not sure if I can take anymore in.
Just go to bed tonight, the day is dead, just sing yourself
to bed again, and the bad men could be gone. Just hide
in your alley, dream of the apple orchard, and
be well again. Just go to bed,
and you'll dream and feel nice, I'll take you places one day,
Douggie. Take you places, and you'll always want to stay.
Promise you-we'll be out of this. We'll be someone again
someday.
I promise-you won't be homeless and
ashamed anymore-someday.
Just go to bed.
Written and Copyright (c) 2002 by Douglas J Hitzel | | |
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Watched "Autumn tales" on KBS online, "Le Matin 37.2" (director's cut) by Jean-Jaques Beineix, "Salesman", "Gimme Shelter", "Grey Gardens" by Maysles Brothers.
Listened to "Suites for Keyboard" composed by Handel, performed by Keith Jarrett.
Thought about the death and taxes, the limited time I have, the lost young and innocent days, the breathtaking nostalgia and a massive cleaning and creating.
Interviewed with Ms. Robertson for the internship. Will have another interview for some freelance job in Westchester tomorrow morning.
My white horse waits for me out there patiently. I know I need to practice a bit by bit day by day till I can drive really far, far away.
Tired.
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| Rock longs for the relationship.
Baroque disappears me to the universe.
Trance makes me the universe.
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This is truly untranslatable into English.
Listening to "Canon for Gayageum trio" transcribed by Hwang Byung-Gi.. | | |
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Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes).
-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
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