Attention
Your pictures
Your pictures on every wall on every corner
on every light post glowing and framed and growing old
Not that you could see that
You carve them into caves so that man will look back
on your primitive life and wonder if you were the hunter or the gathererer.
Depictions of yourself chasing prey you'll never catch.
It's not that you can't try it's that you won't. You let others dash your hopes.
Perverted perception and primal pain so unfocused and unchanged.
You're not just overboard you've drowned in the sea that you made.
All you can do is open your mouth to cry out but you're not suppose
to drink salt water.
You d
Wither flower
pedals sink
no one wants to look at you
Wither sir
back pained and bent
no one has a use for you
Wither time
cursed time
Death is not afraid of you
Wither me
She married young and she died early
time and time again
but that didn't stop her from living until the end
when she finally laid down alone in her chair
knowing her time has come and drying her hair
She laid a flower at her grave every year
then every time she came around to the battle ground
1000 years of history in every building and many more of grief
her smile made people happy despite the sorrow beneath
Ripe with inspiration she gave me what I sought
while on a road going nowhere she gave me an empty lot
where I built a shaky house in the middle of a desert
and I pride myself in that house fixing cracks by any measure
Sick
Paula's Sea
one day while sailing I hit a wave and fell into Paula's sea
while wading through water I found it easier to swim
so on I swim onto the shore I heard you once to be
finding only footprints far as the eye could see
and there shall I wait in the lighthouse towered for the love that I need
singing the song both day and night of the Keepers' hymn
not a soul in the world to bare witness to the heart upon my sleeve
behind every searchlight there's a man desperate to see
O Paula on your shores are where I decide to leave
for on infinite oceans, an island is no place to live
Though I'll never sail the world in search again f
A blanket of warmth
once chilled air now melts the snow
but what of the snow?
Summer turns to fall
circuitous sun crawls on
yet, our love; unchanged.
Heaven rains down now
spectrum of paper colors
death can be so fair.
Mirror
Shattered mirror filled with cracks
Collecting dust in tarnished hues
Your face forever shards of glass
Yet I shall always look at you
I found you in a search for gold
Seekers skilled would rejoice
For they would know what they had found
Like children with a brand new toy - blah
At long last I could call you mine
A friend whom I had never known
Despite the tarnish and surface crack
O mirror just like the sun you shown
I looked upon you for the first time?
A reflection often overlooke?
You're too good for your own dreams|
hiding behind your cracks and rust |
You could shine just like the sun |-----?
But you on
A King
A banquet of peanut butter toast
In a one bedroom kingdom
stacked atop 8 others
The only fears are numerical
The only warlords wear suites
A King upon a throne with wheels
doing the bidding of his teachers
dining upon his bread
With subjects lacking his mind trails off
What king am I?
What kingdom is this?
But he remembers:
There is nowhere to rise after "king"
But "God".
Attention
Your pictures
Your pictures on every wall on every corner
on every light post glowing and framed and growing old
Not that you could see that
You carve them into caves so that man will look back
on your primitive life and wonder if you were the hunter or the gathererer.
Depictions of yourself chasing prey you'll never catch.
It's not that you can't try it's that you won't. You let others dash your hopes.
Perverted perception and primal pain so unfocused and unchanged.
You're not just overboard you've drowned in the sea that you made.
All you can do is open your mouth to cry out but you're not suppose
to drink salt water.
You d
Wither flower
pedals sink
no one wants to look at you
Wither sir
back pained and bent
no one has a use for you
Wither time
cursed time
Death is not afraid of you
Wither me
She married young and she died early
time and time again
but that didn't stop her from living until the end
when she finally laid down alone in her chair
knowing her time has come and drying her hair
She laid a flower at her grave every year
then every time she came around to the battle ground
1000 years of history in every building and many more of grief
her smile made people happy despite the sorrow beneath
Ripe with inspiration she gave me what I sought
while on a road going nowhere she gave me an empty lot
where I built a shaky house in the middle of a desert
and I pride myself in that house fixing cracks by any measure
Sick
Paula's Sea
one day while sailing I hit a wave and fell into Paula's sea
while wading through water I found it easier to swim
so on I swim onto the shore I heard you once to be
finding only footprints far as the eye could see
and there shall I wait in the lighthouse towered for the love that I need
singing the song both day and night of the Keepers' hymn
not a soul in the world to bare witness to the heart upon my sleeve
behind every searchlight there's a man desperate to see
O Paula on your shores are where I decide to leave
for on infinite oceans, an island is no place to live
Though I'll never sail the world in search again f
A blanket of warmth
once chilled air now melts the snow
but what of the snow?
Summer turns to fall
circuitous sun crawls on
yet, our love; unchanged.
Heaven rains down now
spectrum of paper colors
death can be so fair.
Mirror
Shattered mirror filled with cracks
Collecting dust in tarnished hues
Your face forever shards of glass
Yet I shall always look at you
I found you in a search for gold
Seekers skilled would rejoice
For they would know what they had found
Like children with a brand new toy - blah
At long last I could call you mine
A friend whom I had never known
Despite the tarnish and surface crack
O mirror just like the sun you shown
I looked upon you for the first time?
A reflection often overlooke?
You're too good for your own dreams|
hiding behind your cracks and rust |
You could shine just like the sun |-----?
But you on
A King
A banquet of peanut butter toast
In a one bedroom kingdom
stacked atop 8 others
The only fears are numerical
The only warlords wear suites
A King upon a throne with wheels
doing the bidding of his teachers
dining upon his bread
With subjects lacking his mind trails off
What king am I?
What kingdom is this?
But he remembers:
There is nowhere to rise after "king"
But "God".
If you comment I will tell...
1. Something I learned about you looking at your dA page for 13 seconds.
2. What colour do you remind me of.
3. My first memory of you.
4. Something I've always wondered about you.
5. What I like the most of you.
6. I'll give you a weird name.
7. I'll tell you what it is on my shirt right now.
8. I'll challenge you to post this in your journal as well.
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