Nobody can crush a soul like you. Can give life to a vice on a sleepless night like you. Your words carry me through fields of dismay. Atop the trees, I'm with the breeze as your voice sends the storm away. You are the interstate in which my mind wanders. My destination unknown but the heart grows fonder. The days grow longer as your notes do reflect. There's a parallel between life and the sunset. the inspired fire which burns in the mortal sublets. You are the cooling effect.
Nobody can perk the mind like you. Can get the coil to unwind like you. Your thoughts guide the lost to a place they forgot. Your words are home, a sanctuary for the desolate periods in a run on poem. You don't cast a shadow by choice as you stand with the strangers where the moss is moist. Your humanity the only true rival to your voice. Nobody can crush a soul like you, and that is why I gathered the pieces scattered around the world by you, strewn them as words of gratitude for every peaceful afternoon or wide awake moon that I lived cuz of you. This is the homage.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
walking with a stranger.
Walking by the stranger, it all made sense.
All the words in my head couldn't diminish.
The project's finished. Progress is snake oil for the time trying to escape the minutes.
What is a happy ending but an oxy moron, There's nothing happy about the end or the cold ground the rain pours on.
Turned on the war to find the news on. It's not happy, and it never ends.
Happiness is a love letter that you didn't remember to send.
Walking by the stranger and realizing he's your best friend.
Words to amend can mend the fogged lens.
I can see clear again and he can see the other side of the fence.
Chemical warfare inside the brainstem has been downgraded to heartfelt sentiment
A sprinkle of resentment and an after dinner mint.
We're on this bridge, now allies. no longer running from magpies
No bag pipes playing sad byes, there was never a bad guy.
Just a confused lullaby to comfort the butterflies.
Their not burning cocoons because they can finally shut their eyes.
Me and the stranger, the long found friend.
we'll fight to the death before we let this happy end.
All the words in my head couldn't diminish.
The project's finished. Progress is snake oil for the time trying to escape the minutes.
What is a happy ending but an oxy moron, There's nothing happy about the end or the cold ground the rain pours on.
Turned on the war to find the news on. It's not happy, and it never ends.
Happiness is a love letter that you didn't remember to send.
Walking by the stranger and realizing he's your best friend.
Words to amend can mend the fogged lens.
I can see clear again and he can see the other side of the fence.
Chemical warfare inside the brainstem has been downgraded to heartfelt sentiment
A sprinkle of resentment and an after dinner mint.
We're on this bridge, now allies. no longer running from magpies
No bag pipes playing sad byes, there was never a bad guy.
Just a confused lullaby to comfort the butterflies.
Their not burning cocoons because they can finally shut their eyes.
Me and the stranger, the long found friend.
we'll fight to the death before we let this happy end.
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