stone cold, I bit it hard
thinking of you on the roadside blue
I pass circumferance of roads to aviod you numb
why couldnt you stay on that path
the lights shine no,
and pause at my passing breath
where I come from cozy and white
with snow and geaming faces
shining with the new day upon your grave
are you
bent
are you solemn in repent
are you bound for church this quiet
Sunday bells?
Here
I know not, only moving past mourning of your absence
and that though little
, who else saw, shut down
used to the bloodhed
used to the widows, used to the plight for aid
used to the pease help the family of this victim of its own demise
so... much warmer in this house
so much quieter breathing like this mouse
sminling at me in its dreams, '
no pain, no frightned delerverance from gain
hold its hand and walk along
your song
all gone night unto day.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Ice upon my lips, the fragile deer in the front snow covered lawn
past midnight, is my folly your play, is my taught surrender your beguiled horizon of rummor
Do I make shift the guiet surrender of your pausing hostility
Freed, I breathe in , I whisper to myself, I wonder if this night will become who I thought I was
Is this chaos my fortune, is this rapture my destiny
Is this forfiegth my becomming
Is this teeter taughter your voice overcoming my indignance
My ignorance of the world
Do you flood the floors of dancers?
Do you caress the minds of the hestitant
I embrace my child , wrapped in the balankets I left behind,
She sighns and moves here beside me, soft and sleeping
I thus also turn my drunken heart to meet her
Meet the clouds that hold me
Keep the thoughts that surround me
Keep these draughts of stories for this white sleepy night is calling me home to angels
caling me onto tomorrow, calling me onto my one and only, and my
cumbersome gleaming morning, of horses breath and hay filled wheels.
past midnight, is my folly your play, is my taught surrender your beguiled horizon of rummor
Do I make shift the guiet surrender of your pausing hostility
Freed, I breathe in , I whisper to myself, I wonder if this night will become who I thought I was
Is this chaos my fortune, is this rapture my destiny
Is this forfiegth my becomming
Is this teeter taughter your voice overcoming my indignance
My ignorance of the world
Do you flood the floors of dancers?
Do you caress the minds of the hestitant
I embrace my child , wrapped in the balankets I left behind,
She sighns and moves here beside me, soft and sleeping
I thus also turn my drunken heart to meet her
Meet the clouds that hold me
Keep the thoughts that surround me
Keep these draughts of stories for this white sleepy night is calling me home to angels
caling me onto tomorrow, calling me onto my one and only, and my
cumbersome gleaming morning, of horses breath and hay filled wheels.
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