A fetus dressed like a blue bird at night
Lungs that don't have a fight
Wings that cannot take flight
Sweet face with delicate feathers
Touching an spirit with gods mouth
Magic upon the clouds
With a heart that will not die
But the will to survive
DAY!
Too much!
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Too much DOING
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Thinking
DREAMING!
Creating
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That's what we need
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Come child
LOVE!
It is your hour!
Bend Time into
The Patterns and the
Rhythms
You need
To
Hold your purest thoughts
Unto the World
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(We have waited for you for so
Long)
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Bring us the NIGHT
Child
Sweet
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And it's Peace
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You are the Seed
We --- the soil
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Pray oh pray
For the Rain!
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Humbleness
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Keep us still
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And in pure thoughts' embrace
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Let us free
Our
LOVE!
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And heal ourselves
Of all pain
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Let us free
Our
LOVE!
Let us give
The world what it needs
Alone in a room,
Music slowly plays,
Songs of loneliness,
Songs of loss,
Yet songs of love.
Concealed in darkness,
Retreating from reality.
Every strums of the guitar,
Pulling me deeper and deeper
away
My eyelids close,
Allowing a tear out,
In darkness,
In blindness,
A disoriented, dark, slowly fading light, shines on.
A beacon of hope and sorrow,
Alone in the room.
Concealment in the dark
Quiet screams for help.
Life sure is a mystery...
One whistle of a wind,
I am on top of the world,
One drop of rain,
I am in a room concealed by dark.
The light shines in a dark room resistant,
Yet so futile.
A knock on the door remains ignored,
A child, once afraid of the dark, embraces it's warm concealment.
Absolute quiet as the guitar continues to strum.
Songs, oh the songs.
The sweet melodies.
Words that taste like nectar.
Notes that speaks to the very soul.
Just for one moment,
A song makes sense.
Nonsense becomes reality.
Have I finally gone mad?
Have I refuted reality?
My heart becomes darker and colder.
Yet I embrace it.
Slipping away
The knock becomes more anxious.
A voice pleading.
Slipping
Gone into the concealing darkness
The beacon of hope turns off.
The Lonely Light dies out,
The room is left dark.
Nothing to disturb this peace.
Pitch black and quiet.
Warm and alone in this room.
A Single Wish.
Slipping Away
Into Infinite Concealment of a Blank Room.
The door swings opens,
Shining the light of reality into the room,
Disturbing the sacred peace of the darkness.
But I am already gone.
Slipped Away To A Better World
That feeling is gone
The one I'd look forward to every time your fingertips touched my flesh
Laying on your couch
It wasn't the same
All that time I spent wondering where you were
Secretly longing to hear your laugh in the front seat of your car
I was haunted by those words you rarely spoke
Like a secret begging to flee from your mouth
"I love you"
That feeling is gone
That one I'd get by the taste of your lips
It would linger on me for days
You were all I could taste
That feeling of joy I'd get because you were so sweet
That feeling is gone
You were frightened I'd find the truth
Two years down our path I did
Now you trace my face with your gentle hands
It wasn't the same
That feeling I'd get when you look me in the eyes
Like we could live in that moment forver
That feeling is gone
I used to make you laugh
That familiar laugh that would play in my head for days
I imagine the past, then the future
It wasn't the same
I jump up whispering goodbye
As you drive away with that sorrowful sigh
I don't want to look back
All that time ago
On your comfy couch, somewhere lost in love
It isn't the same
school is out now
more time to write
more time to roam
it is sweet but sad
I need the sun and it's warm arms around me,
I need earth's sweet soil to stain my bare soles,
and soul,
I need the thick air of a humid day,
with the rain clouds hanging over me,
threatening to obstruct my evening plans of star gazing,
I long for the warm, dirty waters of the lakes of my home town,
the gargling bubbles in the back of my throat when I accidentally breathe underwater,
and I long for the pain in my ear canal when water gets trapped,
from pretending to be a mermaid for too long,
I am impatient for the ache on my shoulders and face, from UV exposure,
too much of a good thing does exist,
but it's nothing Aloe Vera can't soothe,
I am anxious for cold beers on the porch with my best friends
in the home we live in together,
and I am anxious for the mornings wasted laying in bed,
with the morning sunshine through my lace curtains as my only alarm clock,
I want the bruised legs, scraped knees, freckles, and dirty hands
that only these short lived summer months can bring to me,
I want the careless, reckless, "it's only 2 am" behaviors that come with a late sunset,
and I want the happiness that comes with the scent of flowers entangled in my hair,
a late sunrise, and warm winds.
happiness
all i want
it's not a front
can roll in a blunt
something i drink
or swish
or sweet
not something to eat
or a quick feel
not a tug on the reel
a new steering wheel
but it's what i want
and i'm gonna find it
trying to figure out where to look
i've read a number of books
to see what in the world
happiness looks
like
i saw it in a kid
he was riding his bike
and another little boy with his father
flying a kite
i saw it in the face
of the kenyan who won the boston marathon race
i saw it in the eyes
of a young couple
and it was two guys
i see it in the sun
in the beaming rays
when it grazes my face
i smell it in the kitchen
mother's cooking dinner
the roast is in the oven
and the dog is by her side
i saw it in her face
in her eyes
when id come home from work
she'd jump off the couch
in a very quick spurt
and start barking
jumping
and licking
and playing
happiness
i miss it
wish it was staying
i'm gonna find it
no matter how hard i try
i'm going to make it
through the world i'll glide
in happiness
i always strive
for happiness
but how do i get it?
do i stop try?
or go harder?
travel waters uncharted
boats not chartered
i seek happiness
i want to be smarter
happiness
i'd rather it not
have a price
can't be bought
but happiness
past present
all i sought
all i seek
just had a dream
and in the future
i see
happiness
You are my lover,like a father--
But I will never be your wife
And I will never be your daughter.
I am the skeleton locked in the closet
While you sit together, Sunday brunch
With sweet smiles and shared laughs
Over sentiments I will never be part of.
Family man with a happy home,
Why are you unfulfilled?
Lay with her at night, but your
Thoughts are with me, and night-time
Dreams will bring our lust to your solemn bed.
You love her, I know, but
Where once floods of passion brought you
To embrace has turned into a slow and
Steady river, and visions flash in your mind
Of wandering between between soft, young
Thighs, where pleasure is welcomed
Longingly between smooth legs in
Black boots with stiletto heels.
One last moment of freedom, rebellion and
Youth before all has fleeted and chains are a condition
of old age, where feeble mind and feeble body
Receive no coy flattery or passing glance.
You are only a man, it's true;
and all men fall to the right woman.
I remember when I was a young
Teenager
I use to sit at home by the phone
Waiting for my boyfriend
To call or my best friend
We would talk for hours
Then came the good old
Answering machine
And we didn't worry so
Much about a missed call
But then we had to skip through all
The bill collectors
Then the pager the
Pager was the shit
You would get a beep and
Go to the nearest
Pay phone and call
Who ever beeped us
And then came that huge ugly
Car phone they were
So ugly I did not even want one
Now we have the cell phone
The very thing that
Takes away
That look in your eyes
The smile on your face
The warmth of your
Arm around my shoulder
And the kiss of your lips
I have tons of guys now
They only want to sext
And see pictures
And they now are rude
And have no morals
Or politeness
They are no longer shy
And sweet
And respectful
I don't blame them
I blame
Technology
let's go pick apples
from the never-ending orchard
sweet smelling juices running down our cheeks
slicing and dicing
mixing with sugar and water
making delicious applesauce for everyone to share
