far away
never enough
not alone
anymore
always so
far away
never enough
on the roam
that I know
far away
never enough
on the roam
always so
far away
not alone
anymore
not alone
anymore
is enough
My love, my
love, my love
never enough
My love, my
love, my love
My love is
just enough
is never enough
My love, my
love, my love
poem
Everywhere You Look
You’ve built a brand
You’ve got to keep it strong
Got to keep it strong
Remember basic needs
Keep it strong, strong
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When you walk in the room,
the air grows so cold
I imagine with horror
the things you might do
Thought this would be
so nice and easy
Yet here we are now
all dangerous and lonely
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Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
Turn your head to the right
What bitter, old feelings?
You’re not words, you’re music
This love? This is music
Sweeter in the end
Turn your head to the right
Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
You want to be the one
Everywhere you look
An Irresponsible Jubilee
Sky dark, smothering clouds
Rain rain rain pouring down
Streets empty, no one found
Ghosts of spring haunting town
Leaves fallen, feeding ground
Trees barren, spindly rungs
Wind screams with freezing tongue
Winter’s dry reign has begun
Darkness plagues, still within a light
Angels’ blood, Elioudic wights
Fires breed new, blighted hearts
Wicked warmth through frigid nights
World wrought, deepest cold
Hopes held high held hopes
Light behind, blind eyes behold!
Fire fire fire calls us home
The Ogdoad Pay a Visit to Ernest Angley
we are the fire
we are the breath
of a thing
beyond the thing
that burns within
our fragile skins
we are the sound
we are the voice
of piercing words
of prophecy
that mistakes this
for a world amiss
we are the hole
we are the way
a beacon in the dark
the purifying heat
a fury, a power
a nihilistic coward
we are the breath
those that live
in and out
in and out
the never-fading fire
the unquenched desire
we are the things
we’ve been so concerned with
per serving
perversing
we are the breath
we are the fire
Looking Out the Window
You wake
You move
You fall the fall that’s all
You see
You fly
You sleep
You fix the fix for what
You need
You look
You bend
You fight the fight until
You end
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
You know you know you made me cry!
But who’ll believe we’re breathing fire?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
The South Pole Is Empty Tonight (A Krampus Carol)
Tonight’s the night Krampus comes to town.
He’s leaving the South Pole, making his rounds
With a sack full of switches (no toys)
To beat all the bad girls and boys, oh joy!
Oh, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty tonight…
He’s got a scraggly beard, a face that is feared.
That click-clacking above ain’t no kinda deer.
He’s got hands filled with chains and a headful of horns.
Oh, if you’re a bad one: be warned!
‘Cause the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
Now the South Pole is empty tonight…
So if you want to stay on the nice list
You better behave and do what you’re told
Or Krampus might pay you a visit
With a switch and a poke and a scold!
Watch out!
Oh, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty tonight…
Yes, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty…
Oh, the South Pole is empty…
Yes, the South Pole is empty tonight…
Just Outside the Globe, With Loaf of Bread in Hand, I Pause to Write a Sonnet
Upon high banks of the river Thames, I sit
Eating a Toastie thick, so glutenous and dry.
I contemplate existence and my mind's a-flit
With thoughts both base and existentially awry.
Like life, this dirty river flows, a never-ending stream
Of molecules and mysteries, old and vast and wide.
I ponder all the history below, waiting for us unseen
Underneath the ripples cast from steady, rolling tides.
I toss a slice of the baked and bleached-white bore,
Meant to sustain nutritional goals,
Into the drink as a reminder of this mortal norm:
O! the price we pay for living is an unwelcome, hefty toll.
Yet still I sit, still I ponder, still I carry on,
Me and the waters of the river Thames, until the break of dawn.
GPT-3 vs. GS-1
In Paradise
In this paradise of blood
Where the sun can never shine
I’ll try to keep us intertwined
And we will try to find a way
I come for white-hot, falling stars
I come for red hearts beating truth
I’ve loved you in this long, long night
Like the light that I once knew
In a silence with no shadow face
Stands a statue with no arms
I dream of losing pronouns
Picture perfect, proper place
Now I’ve changed my mind again
What ever is a poet’s love
in a perfect paradise of blood?
Please
run your fingers down my forearm.
I’ll run my fingers through your hair.
Haiku for Time as Spider
Spun web…gossamer…
woven…caught…at its mercy…
mercy…venomous
Jason Preu 
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