you gotta be here, you gotta be there

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in the streets
lost in the abyss

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that roadside
my mind split so wide?

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that corner
reading a tattered copy of Homer

sweet child o' mine
why don't I see you anywhere
you gotta be here, you gotta be there

sweet child o' mine
why do I see you on the roof-
of your existence, I had no proof


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Sweet Child o' Mine is the third single by American rock band Guns N' Roses, and the third from their 1987 debut studio album, Appetite for Destruction. It remains one of my favourite songs, of all time. 

don Juan goes psychedelic

is that all there is-
left of your psychedelic underwear?
it did help in taking my mind off
from the seven deadly sins
finally when I see you give those up-
dear, dear John, 
I am no longer interested in you
hope you quench your thirst
by visions of the future
lolling in the company of
saints, monks, and meditation

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I had fun writing this. I simply let go of myself and ended up with a poem which might not make much sense. But so what?