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............. Image

Of a road

////           A bird flyin

(                        
•    
             )


      above                                            ///

^^

Ain't there somethin that

We aught to know ?

00         00

Oh yes

I'm sure there is

||||

One man walking

?
( is it
YOU                            
                    I see ? )
?

With his walking stick

And his saintly gait

//

His eyes
                                               light up

                The skies



Oh my god !

HERE he is

//

an image of a re-born song

A cherished love

A brand - new day

//////

(                          a bird
•                
)

flyin                                                  
:::::::::
                                   ::::::::::
                                                                      :::::::::::
above the road                                                                            

WE APPEAR

WE ARE HOME
(       Vision           Of freemen           )

                                                going
( away from Slavery )

going home                                                                  •
WE
?
Are we seeking Righteousness ?

We talk of our *******

So

RELIGIOUSLY !

//                                            
                      //

out across the plains !

Headin for a New AMERICA                                              

Thru sacred Indian Lands

CALIFORNIA DREAMIN !                                            

( here we come )

••

Wagon Train
                                             ( the trail
Starts where e'er you are )

All real people are there

WELL YOU KNOW WE MUST GO HOME

( and so we are )

GOING HOME

//

Yes we are

Seeking Righteousness

//                  Oh yes

Yes yes

We're seeking Righteousness
I wish you knew how empty I feel in your arms.

I wish you knew that when I whispered the words "I miss you" I meant you.

I wish you knew what it felt like to turn from fire to ash so quickly.

I wish you knew that you did this to me.
 Jan 2015 Ghizlane Z
Casey
Moments
 Jan 2015 Ghizlane Z
Casey
Moments.
Moments of 'I can do this',
or I can't,
or I will,
or I won't?
Moments of uncertainty,
where its just you,
and its just me.
Moments of temporary bliss,
because I know it doesn't last,
and I know this doesn't stay like this.
Moments of seeing the good in the bad,
matched with the bad in the good.
Moments where I think I'm okay.
Moments where I think its that day.
Moments of desire,
when I desire the wrong person,
and that desire can't seem so desirable anymore.
But I wrongly desire it anyways.
Moments of stop! (red light),
and GO (green light),
and 'I don't even know what I'm doing.' (yellow light?).
Moments.
Take the moments as they are and run.
Run for your life.
 Jan 2015 Ghizlane Z
Kunthavi
“I want the sun,
to rise in the east,
and set in the west,
I want to be the best,
at my worst,
I want to be the oceans,
and the land,
I want to be the skies,
and the birds,
and the relation is simple,
you see,
I want people to smile at me,
but not look me in the eyes,
I want people to talk to me,
but only with their mouths,
not hearts,
I want to adore the flowers,
on the sidewalk,
alone,
but sometimes,
I wish someone was beside me,
to tell me,
how there is still more beauty to come,
I want to be left alone,
yet I crave attention,
and it’s not as easy,
as it seems,
because solitude is a choice,
but the skies look so beautiful today,
friendship is a choice,
but the skies look beautiful today,
no sure certainty of tomorrow,
and as much as I want to be left alone,
I want this heart to beat for others too.”
I never quite understood the meaning of the word lonely.

the quiet of the word ghosting through my lungs
creating a safehouse in my skull
comforted by the spirit of liquor in these dry riverbeds for veins

This plastic sky is viewed from a colorblind childhood
sometimes there are no villains
the side walk chalk is a living outline,
decorated in ferocious shades of grey.

Loneliness isn't romantic,
there is no pride in being proud of your ghosts.
how ever friendly they may be
I am fluent in apologies

I am a crumpled paper pipe bomb,
Loneliness is a mother tongue
its salty words burn my jawbone,
its jaded point dug deep into my teeth

We can only tread water for so long
until we are swept under the tide
where the silence will break
the crown of our collarbones

The joke’s over,
we live to look regret in the face
loneliness, is a jagged edge of a word
its barbed wire cuts deeper than people ever could.
 Jan 2015 Ghizlane Z
Elli
a bullet would've hurt
a bit less than this loneliness
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