****** words paint the flowers a crimson red. A dove recites the end of all mankind. Rounding out his edges and sharpening his knives. Amorous lovers ride the wave of life. Heart worms my body still tries to burn away.
Kindly, I delude god and myself into a dream. Every mindless prayer, my secrets scream. And only my love remains. To this day, he accepts the woman he lost. Opals eyes that cry remorse. No reply.
I can live without the friends I knew.
And each and every missing piece. Morose taxidermist lives her dreams.
Sullen chords play the lonely song. And I tell myself that I am strong. Do the roses in your garden look pretty?
Everlasting sentinel of forever keeper of time lie with me in the forest sometime let the droplets of memory **** the nerves of my consciousness along with the many summer songs and midnight rains therein everlasting lover of infinity timeless and prime sigh with me in a melodic mime dampen my senses denude my mind free me from the utopian paradise of realistic sham everlasting master of moments endless and divine eternal immortal celestial
Forget not the days, I wept in your arms, the sound of my laughter caressing your lonely mind. As I picked the leaves in your courts and made them mine. Remember me in your sleep and tell them that it was me, the reason to your changing colours. This, my dear Autumn is the last letter I write to you. Sleep as spring has come, but only to wake the day our souls align when the seasons change again.
The poem is about the painful thought of being forgotten. And accepting change in life
The end of an era The start of Something new Hopefully something better No more curled up in bed Watching I Love Lucy reruns Going to the gym Watching leaves swirl down around whoosh Winter comes quietly Ends fierce, like a lion Fire burns in my chest As I step into the classroom Yet another era Ended Era, alas, the end has come
Stick my phone into the wall-- hoping no one trips on the cord. No mobile phones in this dark age and computers haven't come of age. My TV has cable but the picture's curved. Static makes it look so old and my frozen dinner's gotten cold! I shut it off and think: at least I've got a huge stereo with a dual tape deck. Listening to New Wave is much better than televised dreck. Maybe someday they'll make it digital but it won't be quite the same. I'm as happy as a person can reasonably be in the year 1983.