dancing in the twilight of her mind
she explores.
thoughts pour like words from her lovers mouth
she sees deep and ever deeper into the great void
her face moving headlong into the wind
she knows how this will end
dirty.
terrible.
disgusting.
believing she always has a choice
happy? sad? angry?
what shall it be today?
space and time moving
faster.
"don't let them get in...
don't let them take your life away and mold it into their box
don't let their ideas suddenly become yours."
she'll say, headstrong and resilent to become more than this drone.
this model of "normal" that pollutes our world.
don't let THAT become YOU.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Remembering My Always
I saw her in my dreams
she looked so real
--so true--
We conversed for a while
she knew how i was and will be
--looking over me--
It was the first time in years
and when I awoke
--I felt no more--
Then her song came on the radio
I smiled and it brought her back
--I won't forget--
she looked so real
--so true--
We conversed for a while
she knew how i was and will be
--looking over me--
It was the first time in years
and when I awoke
--I felt no more--
Then her song came on the radio
I smiled and it brought her back
--I won't forget--
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Awesomely Unpredictable.
orange lights strung.
here-n-here.
i look into the deep abyss.
don't "they" say something about eyes being the gateway to the soul?
well if thats true.
your soul must be dark and beautiful
shooting forth in space
you float past me.
i reach out.
hoping.
reaching for your hands.
touch.
exsistence with you is endlessly wonderful
peering through the looking glass
she can't tell
who, what, when, or where.
all she knows is that this life is awesomely unpredictable.
here-n-here.
i look into the deep abyss.
don't "they" say something about eyes being the gateway to the soul?
well if thats true.
your soul must be dark and beautiful
shooting forth in space
you float past me.
i reach out.
hoping.
reaching for your hands.
touch.
exsistence with you is endlessly wonderful
peering through the looking glass
she can't tell
who, what, when, or where.
all she knows is that this life is awesomely unpredictable.
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