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Stumblebum Fumbletongue
F    My kisses fly sideways, my body speaks in tongues. A myriad of contradictions and oxymorons. I live in the spaces in between.

Poems

Sayer Apr 2014
the most beautiful form that connects people together
every word important
can't stumble upon the stumble upon the stumble
fall down the hill
rolling, falling
waking on top of water, floating
in the midst of the flowing
waterfall

imagine a god and the devil standing high
god watches over the world like he's supposed to
everyone is calm, until
one thing goes wrong  
and then the radio goes out
and someone falls out their window
and the person who goes after does it
on purpose and then everyone starts jumping off their balconies, skyscrapers until the blood on the sidewalk is too much
for anyone to manage

and the guilt is strong
but the love is stronger
yes, yes I like you
I can hear it
they can hear it
maybe they're telling me
maybe I've waited this long for something so
simple yet so complex
and you can cry and I cry
yes, yes
I understand finally
that it's a move
and the smile is real
and the face is bright as the sun and the sun doesn't
burn anymore it just glows
glorious revelation
hallelujah
the chorus goes on
we can both smile
the other lyrics don't matter
nothing that happened ever mattered even if it was
the only thing that lead me to this point
and the sun comes up
and the sun comes up
but the people are still jumping
and there's still that tidal wave of blood
rip out my hair
I know it
I knew it
I'll know it
perfection is the invisible key
but I'm content when the head falls down
Tiny steps
When darkness calls,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
To break all my falls.

When your arms reach out,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
Trusting without a doubt.  

When clouds fill my sky,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
Never wanting to say goodbye.

When music fills my ears,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
Someone who brings my happiness to tears.

When cologne fills my nose,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
To bury my head in your clothes.

When he says my name,
I’ll stumble around,
Looking for you,
‘Cause I know it’ll never sound the same.