DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, do you know when you can't get him of your mind???---yup I just jut that down---again:]


the heavenly blues they contain

in the hellish echoes that remain

sealed in the air bitters and sweets clicks and blinks

close the drowns let it drink

silent yet so loud for the ears to bleed

keening in question marks

on the hungry pleads they feed

a staring moment to them a second in the blur

saved in the heart buried in the soul until the other occur

is it in a charming color

is it in a warming memory

is it in a meet of fated destiny

make it stop

make it stand

let it slip out stay in the hand

not for tonight for eternity

not for tomorrow for serenity

from a contagious bit of

confusion

a whispering musing dance of illusion

put the dare in the hence

it is then to keep to fence  

lies in there decomposed

so smoked so slow

lift the hem of my pillow


                                                                                   ------ravenfeels

the clock read 4 am
in new york city,

one hell of a city

i was at a little coffee place, still open
it was one i frequented often, when in the sin
a place of pity
when you look closely at the people or inspect the buildings a bit nearer
some street blocks you need just look down
but i'd bought a cup for a nice young fella out on his luck
he'd made the pavement his pillow
and as he talked my ear off
on physics, domestic politics, and stocks
i thought of what little difference
it made to so many
whether it was him or i
calling my stay on the straightaways
and the little that made us separate