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May 2018 · 223
always
anastasia nikos May 2018
possibly too much by myself lately
maybe too long without you
but surely untouched in a way
shaken to my core in dreams

nights barely pass without same
waking dreams wishes horses
thundering past in my head
shaking earth of house inside

where ever this place may be
where ever we still abide together
we stayed here for decades hidden
horses never found us, not here

right now, whatever you are thinking
can be felt inside my bones, here
touch me, feel it, my heart pounds
just as it did before, just as it will

forever
some things never change
May 2018 · 150
Days of Wonder
anastasia nikos May 2018
"Days Of Wonder"

Cherry picking through the stars
And falling cannonballs
Waiting for the break of dawn
To start its morning crawl
Polluted rays of filtered light
Tropical and warm
Making shadows through
The snow white resin covered skulls

Happy birthday to the war

Standing by the wall
A rainbow made of stars
Under seven difference shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Days of wonder spent
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Caravanning on the moonlit
Locust covered trail
We came out like a stream of bats
Exploding from the well
Slipping through the whirlpools
Of trees and floating cars
Behind winter coated mule
Down record breaking falls

Into oblivion open jaws

Standing by the wall
A rainbow made of stars
Under seven difference shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Days of wonder spent
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Happy birthday to the war

Days of wonder spent
By a rainbow made of stars
Under seven different shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Standing by the wall
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Educated under God
To walk a neutral line
Give me neither poverty
Nor riches in my time
Take my body and my mind
My heart is far behind
With one dozen poems in my ears
Ricocheting wild


Writer(s): Jakob Dylan


"Rebel, Sweetheart" (2005)
A personal connection to this poem.

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