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With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits a thousand miles across Through earth’s hard calluses atop bent-knuckle mountains And soft, golden hair growing in the soil Through lakes full with tears And forests filled with hands and fingers... He sits a hundred blinks of the sun And watches drive-in theaters disappear Along with the ferris wheels Spinning into nothing Dances going mute Bodies moving soundlessly through the air He watches lights go out in carnivals And hands letting go THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He stands and shuffles Through undefined shapes of colour A brilliant array of blurred blues And greens And yellows They move so Fast Through his eyes THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits Through the drone of voices in his ears And nods To mask his heart And smiles To mask the obvious Pull On his soul Dragging it down Trying to keep it from being pulled Out Through the soles of his feet A mask on his face To hide the struggle To keep it from Slipping Away THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He writes with his thumbs Words he hopes Can be felt Like winds that whisper love Through ears And cold water That reaches through Skin and freezes bone And the words return Like rivers do Sometimes Missing A few drops of water Sometimes A little less happy And a little more Tainted With sad things Like broke down carnivals And quiet dances... Ferris wheels that stop turning And drive in theaters that stop playing movies It becomes a little more polluted With sad things Like closed curtains over the sunset Through the window And tea that goes cold A little more And a little more Until the words that return Like rivers do Are missing More drops of water And They Dry Until No Water Runs Down The River THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits with lips closed Under the mask of a smile A mask of calmness over the worry In his heart Sadness masked by happiness Tears masked by laughter Fears masked by confidence A mask For every Emotion That his brain triggers Except one Because to him No mask can cover What she makes him feel Such pure Perfection When she Holds His Hand THE SUN BLINKS And no words come to his tongue Or pass his lips Silence, masked
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Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 1:56 AM UTC
The Carnival (A Mask)
With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits a thousand miles across Through earth’s hard calluses atop bent-knuckle mountains And soft, golden hair growing in the soil Through lakes full with tears And forests filled with hands and fingers... He sits a hundred blinks of the sun And watches drive-in theaters disappear Along with the ferris wheels Spinning into nothing Dances going mute Bodies moving soundlessly through the air He watches lights go out in carnivals And hands letting go THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He stands and shuffles Through undefined shapes of colour A brilliant array of blurred blues And greens And yellows They move so Fast Through his eyes THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits Through the drone of voices in his ears And nods To mask his heart And smiles To mask the obvious Pull On his soul Dragging it down Trying to keep it from being pulled Out Through the soles of his feet A mask on his face To hide the struggle To keep it from Slipping Away THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He writes with his thumbs Words he hopes Can be felt Like winds that whisper love Through ears And cold water That reaches through Skin and freezes bone And the words return Like rivers do Sometimes Missing A few drops of water Sometimes A little less happy And a little more Tainted With sad things Like broke down carnivals And quiet dances... Ferris wheels that stop turning And drive in theaters that stop playing movies It becomes a little more polluted With sad things Like closed curtains over the sunset Through the window And tea that goes cold A little more And a little more Until the words that return Like rivers do Are missing More drops of water And They Dry Until No Water Runs Down The River THE SUN BLINKS With worthless words In his throat And on his tongue He sits with lips closed Under the mask of a smile A mask of calmness over the worry In his heart Sadness masked by happiness Tears masked by laughter Fears masked by confidence A mask For every Emotion That his brain triggers Except one Because to him No mask can cover What she makes him feel Such pure Perfection When she Holds His Hand THE SUN BLINKS And no words come to his tongue Or pass his lips Silence, masked
(c) GS White 2010
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gs-white
Canadian
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 1:56 AM UTC
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