Mar 2012
Alive
I don't understand how I can hear this voice
My own is real and human
Whispering from the dreams
Of real human thinking
Whispering
Writting
I just wish some golden dream of clouds beating through the heat orange skys
Surrounded by the darkest blue
I finally understand
These words I write
Because the futures I don't believe
Slow down slow down. Slow down
The sound is like wind that screams through everything
Like twisting birds in your eye
Between branches
Between soil
Cold
I speak these words
Real for an instant, lost forever
I don't understand how I can hear this voice
My own is real and human
Whispering from the dreams
Of real human thinking
Whispering
Writting
I just wish some golden dream of clouds beating through the heat orange skys
Surrounded by the darkest blue
I finally understand
These words I write
Because the futures I don't believe
Slow down slow down. Slow down
The sound is like wind that screams through everything
Like twisting birds in your eye
Between branches
Between soil
Cold
I speak these words
Real for an instant, lost forever
****. ****** angel ******* like red screams on the nightdresses. Rutheless youth and tails and dreams I hunted on the tooth. The bible tells me when I get to heaven how I have used every word judging them all for an instant for they're written in a book. All these words created deep in a pitch black dark forest over a like where fireflies meet and reflect and are counted in some book on their number of glows and a book written bloomed flower. Stop sign
*******
I don't understand
Why I keep coming back
Why is it that I was born and lost in a sea
Washed up on shores
Searching valleys in non existent lands
With a machete to cut through the dark
Why is my mind so silent
Here
Where death and fire and loss so near
When will I understand
That I am a fool for wanting water
When all is turned to wine
*******
I don't understand
Why I keep coming back
Why is it that I was born and lost in a sea
Washed up on shores
Searching valleys in non existent lands
With a machete to cut through the dark
Why is my mind so silent
Here
Where death and fire and loss so near
When will I understand
That I am a fool for wanting water
When all is turned to wine
