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“It All Follows Suit”

Memories are tainted now
Most of them are changed somehow
Memories of you gone by
Of how and what and where and why
And it all flows to me
And it all but follows suit
My mind is misguided now
Of things that I had once contrived
Things that I had once subscribed
Are no longer to be found
And it all encumbers me
And it all but follows suit
Things are lost and things are found
Some of them are in the ground
Memories of you, my love
They are no longer sound
And it all enters me
And it all but follows suit
Buried deep beneath the waves
In hidden places and in caves
Secret places where I’ve wept
Is where my love for you is kept
And it all encompasses me
And it all but follows suit
Now that you have guided me
In lessons that I needed to see
Are you teaching comfortably
Now that you are over me?
And it’s all emended me
And it all but follows suit
And it’s all corrected me
As it all follows suit

Thanks for the lessons.
Inspired by Leonard Cohen’s “Teachers”

— David Allen

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“Oceans of Resentment”

When the pillars of Rome are piled in ruin

And our past smolders and burns in the rubble

Are you accustomed to living a lie?

As the western shores are all ablaze?

Your bridges are a conflagration

And your spirit will stir in darkness

And you came to me in black and white

In dreams of ghastly heresy

A wanton woman in her fiery rage

Damaged by the lovers of her past

You were the smokey air I breathed

Whom I cherished more than life itself

I wished for nothing more than your contentment

Even though I’m not needed to fulfill it

You were the water in the reeds

The sea-foam on the banks of incontinence

Washing away the seeds of resentment

To still this broken, unremarkable hand

And on this path I wander,

I carry no baggage in life

Only in mine own heart

And that is heavy enough

And as my love washed upon your shores of indifference

You were nearly swept away

But I didn’t mean for you to drown

Though I thought your waters were far too shallow

And the undertow had plunged you deeper still

But I’ll stem my tide

If you’ll staunch your flow of hate

And if you’ll dam your embankment of anger

And let it be damned, your pathology

You’re like a dream to me now

Half-remembered and incomplete

And isn’t that how all good dreams end?

The edges all obscured?

The details a fog?

Twisted and stirred into the darkness

Blackened and frayed at the seams

And people say we dream in black and white

But I remember you so vividly

Another sea to drink

Another flood of emotions

Washed upon the shores of deliverance

I’ve never felt a deeper chill,

Than the coldness in your heart

No other waters ever ran so cold

And now they wash over me

Like a memory of shimmering tides

I don’t mind being a memory to you

Even if just a ripple in your timeline

But I wish it were a good one

And that you were not left so parched

— David

“However did it come to this?”

You’re beautifully wounded

Damaged beyond repair

You’ve got lines around your eyes

And silver in your hair

The taste of you was unappealing

Despite the smell of strawberries

A promise unfruitful

And a lie so deceiving

Whatever happened to the person I met,

The one that you pretended to be?

Where did she go, and why did she leave?

And how did she slip away from me?

You looked like honey and swayed like lilies

But your politics was suffocating

However did it come to this?

To go from “I love you” to such a deadly kiss?

Yours was a succulent persuasion

With poison on your lips

A delectable delight

Taken in small sips

With lipstick the color of a funeral

And an air of rot on your sex

So how did you become so beautifully damaged?

And however did it come to this?

How could we end on such a bitter note,

When a life with you had boasted bliss?

And how can you hate me so,

When I gave my heart so readily?

I offered it all to you

And for my efforts I was burned

Scarred and deeply inflicted

From a love that came at great cost

But our time together is not bereft

And my time with you was not a loss

For a valuable lesson I have learned

And a painful memory is all that’s left

Of the one for whom I’ve yearned

And all that there is left,

And all that I’ve obtained from this,

Is heartache and despair

So, however did it come to this?

How can it be that a love so deep,

Can become a deep, black ocean of hate?

Do you even have one fond memory of me?

How different our memories of each other are

It’s now unpleasant to remember you at all

So every time you say, “no one loves me,”

Just remember that I did

Each time you claim that no one cares,

Know that I do, and always will

You can choose not to believe in such things,

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true

You can pretend that what we had was nothing,

But it was everything to me

A pointless, meaningless feud…

That’s all that’s left of us now

But was I ever more to you than that?

Did you ever love me at all?

You’ve destroyed every good moment that we spent

And maybe that was the point

Maybe that’s the help you needed

To close the door on us

As for me, I just needed closure

I needed to understand why you wanted to destroy us

…All that we had

Or could’ve been

…together

I just needed to know why

I needed to see why you gutted me so

And why you left things so irreparable

And how you can be so pleased with this

When the time that we had was once something that you missed

I just need to understand

How it could ever have come to this

— David Allen