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I remember, can it be a youths mind, actions running, precociously stunning, fueling imagination atop deep fields (gas stained dust). Fires fickle fingers reaching deep, scorching etches and traces of friendship through days made, deep velveteen May. I remember alabaster, skin, flesh, the two of us attuned to rivulets running drawn sketches, yours and mine, scratches and gashes untended, equality in torrential forest halls. More important days await, our attentions intentionally wasted, swimming moments, mile deep lakes. I remember, memories of laughs behind bushes, honey suckle kisses on our tongues, rain splashing faces as we run from the others; we were the best, shadows never caught, never found, always searching another’s thoughts. I remember your purity. Nervous energy, I remember lofty concerns, ideals on top of the world, branches holding dreams... dreams on twigs, weighty ghosts waltzing in the wind, worlds laid bare for our eyes only, golden thoughts, suicidal laughs streak across our eyes, terrified under beats bolstering skin, pine resin sticking sixty feet in the air. Ah! the glory, days remembered, softly slick bubbles, foam soap drenched fingers wrinkled screams as hot oil fly’s by, blinded ice erupting mushroom clouds, imminent danger behind inappropriate motions, fingers grazing skin and we’re all laughing everyone. Stories told, unmasked lives spoken on concrete, curbs cry with open passion as raspberry flows free, chocolate dreams milking tongues, sugared pastries delight in nights gone by, the blink of an eye, four a.m. lullabies on top of the Hill. Can we forget? spaces taken, speeding drives along empty Inter-states, dates to remember music and malls and movies, money spent, red-blue lights falsely imprison our spectacular imaginations, yet they only stop to smile and laugh, ‘get home safe’ is the standard we live by. Oh yes, how I remember our love, our friendship sailing through immortal days. How I remember us, gravel roads spitting dust behind tires dancing rocks beneath our high, soaring minds singing brazenly, sunrise just around the bend and I find it terribly hard to look upon this beauty and not cry. Seemingly too much, impossible events occur when two impossible souls find a way (the word is twine), and though it’s been a time apart, years since regular explosions of fire have kindled in our eyes, together, I still remember, I still yearn for a thing that feels so freshly young. Can you yourself still remember? Gods laugh, I cough out unsuitable words, descriptions of a past that possibly existed, waking dreams, early morning gold slivers between the contrast, alleviates the pain of separation, connected by a love I’ve never lost. Do you remember those green days, those glorious triumphs of the human body, mind, and soul? Do you remember... my Love, my friend, tears fall unbidden, joy; keep it coming.
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Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 3:03 PM UTC
Christopher John
I remember, can it be a youths mind, actions running, precociously stunning, fueling imagination atop deep fields (gas stained dust). Fires fickle fingers reaching deep, scorching etches and traces of friendship through days made, deep velveteen May. I remember alabaster, skin, flesh, the two of us attuned to rivulets running drawn sketches, yours and mine, scratches and gashes untended, equality in torrential forest halls. More important days await, our attentions intentionally wasted, swimming moments, mile deep lakes. I remember, memories of laughs behind bushes, honey suckle kisses on our tongues, rain splashing faces as we run from the others; we were the best, shadows never caught, never found, always searching another’s thoughts. I remember your purity. Nervous energy, I remember lofty concerns, ideals on top of the world, branches holding dreams... dreams on twigs, weighty ghosts waltzing in the wind, worlds laid bare for our eyes only, golden thoughts, suicidal laughs streak across our eyes, terrified under beats bolstering skin, pine resin sticking sixty feet in the air. Ah! the glory, days remembered, softly slick bubbles, foam soap drenched fingers wrinkled screams as hot oil fly’s by, blinded ice erupting mushroom clouds, imminent danger behind inappropriate motions, fingers grazing skin and we’re all laughing everyone. Stories told, unmasked lives spoken on concrete, curbs cry with open passion as raspberry flows free, chocolate dreams milking tongues, sugared pastries delight in nights gone by, the blink of an eye, four a.m. lullabies on top of the Hill. Can we forget? spaces taken, speeding drives along empty Inter-states, dates to remember music and malls and movies, money spent, red-blue lights falsely imprison our spectacular imaginations, yet they only stop to smile and laugh, ‘get home safe’ is the standard we live by. Oh yes, how I remember our love, our friendship sailing through immortal days. How I remember us, gravel roads spitting dust behind tires dancing rocks beneath our high, soaring minds singing brazenly, sunrise just around the bend and I find it terribly hard to look upon this beauty and not cry. Seemingly too much, impossible events occur when two impossible souls find a way (the word is twine), and though it’s been a time apart, years since regular explosions of fire have kindled in our eyes, together, I still remember, I still yearn for a thing that feels so freshly young. Can you yourself still remember? Gods laugh, I cough out unsuitable words, descriptions of a past that possibly existed, waking dreams, early morning gold slivers between the contrast, alleviates the pain of separation, connected by a love I’ve never lost. Do you remember those green days, those glorious triumphs of the human body, mind, and soul? Do you remember... my Love, my friend, tears fall unbidden, joy; keep it coming.
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dt-lethe
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 3:03 PM UTC
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