Part the flag wrapping around the mast
where sailors ship into waters
as jesus was the worker
the one who built their boat
to stay onward
north of the edge of the world
to explain to the empty arms that fear
and flying were forever the same
if you really found it false
or just never believed that one thing
so true
could be seen and shared
but only to those who do not need to remind each other
that they too were not alone
with where they began will never be
back running between their fingers
the sand where they waved their lovers last goodbye.
How easily the exploding heart forgets
to tell those eyes you carry
to keep looking
no
the back will never turn
as it isn’t proud
only strong to hide
that is what’s behind it.
Leather those faces boys
tan the hide pinched to the bone
and no knife will be amongst your hot blood
but that sand will make you smooth again
just cover your eyes
I’ll tell you when you can look
that trust you have better pay off
for that last sight to make you blind
and rather to wander in all that is black
my two kept eyes lead your way
and you will call me home
and you will call me king.
What we all expected was your colors
but found none.
Lust brought on of loves final echo
the deadly siren be it drowning at sea
taming that it is beneath
the hollow ground burst of dead feet
loose from the kick that fell short
by the snakebite ripening
the purple fangs to the blood drip wound.
Now you see real monsters
to the stare the sun blinds
the quiet who look on forever burning
to see bright through the eyes
not closed
to the sinking star far in the ocean
that your bones now wander alone.
Birds sharpening their talons
of way up high as the weak beware
they cry on three feet
with a dead child from the start
where they should’ve just stayed behind
in the magnificent grandeur that the blind race toward
and live old with missing friends.
How has the sun risen
for so many days without missing one?
I say thank you for being on time
your work has gotten better.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
Part the flag wrapping around the mast
where sailors ship into waters
as jesus was the worker
the one who built their boat
to stay onward
north of the edge of the world
to explain to the empty arms that fear
and flying were forever the same
if you really found it false
or just never believed that one thing
so true
could be seen and shared
but only to those who do not need to remind each other
that they too were not alone
with where they began will never be
back running between their fingers
the sand where they waved their lovers last goodbye.
How easily the exploding heart forgets
to tell those eyes you carry
to keep looking
no
the back will never turn
as it isn’t proud
only strong to hide
that is what’s behind it.
Leather those faces boys
tan the hide pinched to the bone
and no knife will be amongst your hot blood
but that sand will make you smooth again
just cover your eyes
I’ll tell you when you can look
that trust you have better pay off
for that last sight to make you blind
and rather to wander in all that is black
my two kept eyes lead your way
and you will call me home
and you will call me king.
What we all expected was your colors
but found none.
Lust brought on of loves final echo
the deadly siren be it drowning at sea
taming that it is beneath
the hollow ground burst of dead feet
loose from the kick that fell short
by the snakebite ripening
the purple fangs to the blood drip wound.
Now you see real monsters
to the stare the sun blinds
the quiet who look on forever burning
to see bright through the eyes
not closed
to the sinking star far in the ocean
that your bones now wander alone.
Birds sharpening their talons
of way up high as the weak beware
they cry on three feet
with a dead child from the start
where they should’ve just stayed behind
in the magnificent grandeur that the blind race toward
and live old with missing friends.
How has the sun risen
for so many days without missing one?
I say thank you for being on time
your work has gotten better.
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