Tall ceilings and stretched walls,
Paint doesn’t cover lonely
This evening’s breeze stirs
Thoughtless reason
Emotion
Guilt
Rhyme
Scenes lost to long days gone,
Chilled skin, parched lip
Tears are the souls wash
Danced days gone and loves love lifted
Soulless loves heart on these days so have drifted
Rain washes these day wishes
Soul danced tear
Loves true love touch
This
This is fear
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
ended eternal, the night
Why can’t we see the end from here?
Bright eyes
Telescope cries
Butterfly kisses, mommy’s lies
Rock hard soul, forgotten goodbyes
Back handed wishes these blood stained why’s
This day’s breeze sifts the days rot from this wasted crust,
This days loss, this disappoint
Hearts held in darkness know only the wished light
This day, this dark
Ended eternal, the night
Now dark holds the undying heart
Bright eyes
Telescope cries
Butterfly kisses, mommy’s lies
Rock hard soul, forgotten goodbyes
Back handed wishes these blood stained why’s
This day’s breeze sifts the days rot from this wasted crust,
This days loss, this disappoint
Hearts held in darkness know only the wished light
This day, this dark
Ended eternal, the night
Now dark holds the undying heart
Saturday, May 23, 2009
selfish yours
Selfish
I am as I have been taught.
I want, I crave, I desire.
I am your son your daughter, your late night pink pants with feathers and bonds
This side ways dance, this exasperating prance
This to late for TV glance
What now?
Shaven, cleansed brushed of thought of sight
Taken of these, every day fixes
Am I now not fixed?
Do I not sing the song of your loves true loves lust?
Oh the horror, the thought the predawn hard
Take this and make it yours
This love this is me my love…my fix
Dance in this dark with my new every day fix.
Dance in this my everyday dark.
Selfish you, yours,
Oh this…this
Love
Selfish
I am as I have been taught.
I want, I crave, I desire.
I am your son your daughter, your late night pink pants with feathers and bonds
This side ways dance, this exasperating prance
This to late for TV glance
What now?
Shaven, cleansed brushed of thought of sight
Taken of these, every day fixes
Am I now not fixed?
Do I not sing the song of your loves true loves lust?
Oh the horror, the thought the predawn hard
Take this and make it yours
This love this is me my love…my fix
Dance in this dark with my new every day fix.
Dance in this my everyday dark.
Selfish you, yours,
Oh this…this
Love
Selfish
Thursday, May 7, 2009
her secret scent
this days sun
set to rest in this evenings bow
oceans tide does take this days sun to her
this days dream, this days hope,
put to rest in this oceans dim
shifting sand and birds of flight
her secret scent
empty hand and lonely prints,
unknown wind, this evening rage
salt traced face
quivering lip and weighted stumble
days warmed sand sips the souls last hope
the bottle weaned of its truth less grip, lies like loves untrue lip
cracked, bleak, barren
on bent knee begged
a feel, a taste, a scent filled breeze
let loves sun warm the sand filled soul
swallowed in dim
this day lies
set to rest in this evenings bow
oceans tide does take this days sun to her
this days dream, this days hope,
put to rest in this oceans dim
shifting sand and birds of flight
her secret scent
empty hand and lonely prints,
unknown wind, this evening rage
salt traced face
quivering lip and weighted stumble
days warmed sand sips the souls last hope
the bottle weaned of its truth less grip, lies like loves untrue lip
cracked, bleak, barren
on bent knee begged
a feel, a taste, a scent filled breeze
let loves sun warm the sand filled soul
swallowed in dim
this day lies
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