what's left unsaid?
if never the time was taken to be read. in the fields of flowers where pollen falls and nothings there to collect lies weaves in the petals veins in the sorrow that is bleed from the honey comb that stuck to the roof of my mouth. what's there if never? what's better? if forever takes so long that we have the chance to forget. and if I had one regret it would be that regret.
He rushes out
And then Back in again In a never ending cycle Of advancement And retreat His legions Are cast by the Moon Up above From which he draws His battle plans In the sand Which are just to be washed away And become drawn a new The Sun Above all Wreak havocs on his desires Casting his army into the sky And moving them into far off regions But the King of Tides collects And disperses In careful stratagem Pushing forwards towards his ultimate conquest To bring down all the mighty Earth That opposes his reign And drown it deep within his sea
(And I've been picking dandelions)
The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud Over the foliage's luscious green mounds It billows on its good fortune allowed Feeding flowers leave stock's roots underground Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations The sun burdens and caresses at once The bumble lost its edge to pollutants Overcome in the tepid meadows grace The seasons start to grow long and narrow Encompassing the changing of our times within their altering breadths; to and fro It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
How could true love contain a filtered self?
All we think, say and do is who we are how could misjudgments tear our love in half? If so, the course of love will not lead far Somewhere in the distance lies sleeping dreams The true love that I've seeked within my mind Is she looking for me within her schemes? I'm sure when we find it we'll enter blind And slowly we will come to understand The love thats afoot that we have to tend 'fore our names are just pebbles in the sand When all our charades have come to an end Everything that was us; buried away Yet true love always has a place to stay
So humble it is we have to die
No matter how hard we try and try How humble it is that we have to wallow in our own **** As the filthy become apprised The wealthy and well off become despised the poor and deprived become revived Turning a blind eye leads to one being poked out The other left to look upon what was so often left drawn To swallow even the most gravest of swans Left to wallow oh how I will dote upon The word I sought I sought And I sought But they were gone Gone Gone! To where they were frowned upon I wrote new age ledgers That I doubted on And when I'm gone I say at least How humble it is we have to die When all we did was try and try So humble it is we have to die The freedom of verse Forever cries
Bitter heart aches can last through lonely rides
I know the exact feeling my darling I've endured them for my entire life The calls for eternal understanding Memories window smiles at the past And over time I'm reminded again That the more you look back the less life lasts Searching for reoccurrence serves the end a lost love travels cruelly through the night All along hoping that I would decide Too much of anything leaves some to waste... A rotten taste too foul to describe She's over the shaded eclipsing moon And our love has come and gone far too soon
I've got a confession
What's my lesson? Marlin Brando Flounders Off the coast Who can boast? The host Steal the roast And walk away without even a ******* toast