Draped below a thousand palor and drenched towels
instinct, intuition, instinct,
...digging into ground,
burried from the town...
covering--covered, a thick smirk escapes you,
and surreal mornings lend a smudging vision to what you could've been...
london tides begin and swim ...
there used to be words that I knew, to tell you what I had to...
Within the lines and brick and swarms of this asymetrical warn--ing - lores
I am ripcord, string and dreams...below the accurate, a mirage of tangled screams
the nightmare catalysist, your Id and you kid, but it all creates a stick figure heart, no bone, nor cartilage.
I am guilt and doubt and regret, I was there, but couldn't wish it back,
You use metaphors, and dragonflies, and lantern glows to demonstrate life
And I can't agree, because there is something about his viscereal demeaner that I don't want to love...because the evidence is lonely.
the illusion of escape,
the words, they always comforted you.
with fondness, the road dips a million years back..the threads of what you had hoped would remain...
Stepping foot on this innocous island, a rapture of the soul, you squint to look, the strain, a dimple in your heart...
the same question over and over, but by now the jaded snake has taken your any hope, for a return to oz...
The things you can’t erase
the top of the hour
the idiot moves
the blinds that draw
the mood to solitude, you only want what isn’t there
correct me if I’m wrong; I thought I knew this ...
the way he spins with his hands tied badly behind his back.
....so soft, your face, from far away
there are better thrills... there are brighter reds of roses...
I’m remembering how to emulate that last drawn breath, the essential eye lock
that drowned, drain look... so tired, they may as well be lead...sit so tight;
take your privacy and hide it-- I hid it– I turned away to find I’m still unwillingly, hurting and here.
I closed off, and I fell into the staircase twirl,
I let it have me, I let it have me....
I am pickered and taken...a million different ways, you face them, but fade them...
You learn how to reclaim it, how to walk your way back through it....
All the while, memories piled atop, dirt and dusted, frail bombs...anytime...just anytime...
all the same...
You wrote passages
but too many doors opened in the meantime, as they all escaped...
Can you dream it back...can you make it back...in time...in time...in time...
The killing moon will come too soon.
I just miss him so much......
and wonder if he ever misses me the same
since I cannot log onto myspace no longer at work, I wanted to write on here before the moments slips by...that it is sooo cute outside, how it is snowing. It's coming down all slow like in a Charlie Brown Christmas...I love that.
ok, just wanted to capture the moment.
with treasure in mind
with spirit in tote
a faint whisper calling
blessings into favor
a miracle embracing
the swift hand of your steady annointing...
I wish this could last forever
I wish this beautiful moment to be heaven.
shhh...be quiet and listen
sounds like an old melody...walking two step beside a lyrical prose. a romantic side. is it so?
blistered by the blunt cut of old poetry...I am sorry for what it was I could never say...I am so very sorry I was never able to witness your true heart. aimless and in rare form. Walking blind, no foot in front of the next, just a backward glide...
Too easy, was it. I say. Internal struggle. To stay with. but takes me to this place...where a glint in the your eye is all I need...and doesn't get much better than this.
So I believe. And I give my voice. Sing with everything I have and even more...sing until I'm spent.
Understanding. You give.
Maybe they, will never understand.
But what does that matter in the enormous scheme of things.?
I will not buckle a belt, I do not wish to wear forever anyway...
I'm flying toward a sweet sound.
~Symphony of soul~
You help me come to terms. you've never let go.
~in my dream
your lips were sweet.
I searched for them with eyes closed...found mine. so soft.
gave me, emotional kiss.
That moment. A million butterflies filled the room.
You were beautiful. In gold-end glow.
A picture is worth a thousand words...
But your eyes are dead.
I hold no ability to live off the scrap you'd like to feed me...I'm sorry my appetite lies far from doormant.
When it comes to the comparison, between you and him, I laugh...you make ***No Sense*** you know.
To think I would fall for the cheap thrill of the snapfish fight...the catch that supposedly leaves no after taste in the bite...
I'm sorry, but I'll just have to lay that down and pass...
Clean my hands, say No thank you, and walk on, knowing I'll be waiting for what's best, not second, not last.