You must miss me
must miss the kiss of me
The break had to make You ache
MISTAKE
I can write now what will still be
years after You've forgotten about me
in the myriad of mirrors in my mind
Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine
every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment
they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint
reflections refuse to fade
each an inflection of Yur voice
a forever of Yur face
a reminder there ain't never been noe choice
every pissant poignant poet
weaving emotion images with their words
all the cunning linguist lyricists
singing lies and lines they think you've never heard
didn't actually feel any ******* thing
knew not one iota beyond nothing
of life
of love
of living in love
pathetic paintless portraits
(tattoos on a corpse)
empty echoes of nothing notes
(dealt by the deaf and the dead)
but I bet it's not their fault
they probably never felt a real fall
a feather float race up the rapids
with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits
Not so for this man who be me
my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity
I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along
our feather mountain biking heaven-strong
Of course our river was an awesome flow
(a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow)
And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow
cuz I had You to Noe
yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow
the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now
here I am again
a millennium worse than i've ever been
fetal black rose petals
dead dull dried
all their thorns' tears cried
no light left in my once bright blue eyes
dead and drowned and dried out
cried out
ashen grey
nothing evermore to say
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
You must miss me
must miss the kiss of me
The break had to make You ache
MISTAKE
I can write now what will still be
years after You've forgotten about me
in the myriad of mirrors in my mind
Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine
every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment
they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint
reflections refuse to fade
each an inflection of Yur voice
a forever of Yur face
a reminder there ain't never been noe choice
every pissant poignant poet
weaving emotion images with their words
all the cunning linguist lyricists
singing lies and lines they think you've never heard
didn't actually feel any ******* thing
knew not one iota beyond nothing
of life
of love
of living in love
pathetic paintless portraits
(tattoos on a corpse)
empty echoes of nothing notes
(dealt by the deaf and the dead)
but I bet it's not their fault
they probably never felt a real fall
a feather float race up the rapids
with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits
Not so for this man who be me
my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity
I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along
our feather mountain biking heaven-strong
Of course our river was an awesome flow
(a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow)
And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow
cuz I had You to Noe
yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow
the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now
here I am again
a millennium worse than i've ever been
fetal black rose petals
dead dull dried
all their thorns' tears cried
no light left in my once bright blue eyes
dead and drowned and dried out
cried out
ashen grey
nothing evermore to say
