so small
the number
so vain
so incomplete
I wish you larger
but time is a killer
it speeds when I slow
no where to go
I've tried
oh God I've tried
but belief is weak
and the pull is great
don't judge
like you know me
don't mock
like you care
don't
just don't
if you want ot make a difference
then talk to me
and maybe
just maybe
19
would be so much more
will we ever know?
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Gone
hop
like a bunny
hop
to catch me
I'm a fast motherfucker
It'll never last though
like last evenings snow
I'll diminish
then I'm gone
like the westerly wind
jump
like a silly fool
jump
to catch me, tool
I'm a slick little bastard
within my realm
never know when
I'll show again
soon I'm gone
like your favorite song
hide
like a small child
hide
life is wild
until the dawn breaks again
living within this sin
fingers pointed away
I can never stay
I'm gone
like a bunny
hop
to catch me
I'm a fast motherfucker
It'll never last though
like last evenings snow
I'll diminish
then I'm gone
like the westerly wind
jump
like a silly fool
jump
to catch me, tool
I'm a slick little bastard
within my realm
never know when
I'll show again
soon I'm gone
like your favorite song
hide
like a small child
hide
life is wild
until the dawn breaks again
living within this sin
fingers pointed away
I can never stay
I'm gone
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Faces
Faces
filling spaces
Faces
fulfilling graces
faces
I will never see again
random chances
circumstances
unspoken thoughts
forget-me-nots
quickening pulses
minuses and pluses
smiles endearing
heart never fearing
crowded places
shining faces
time goes by
it seems to fly
images transferred
feelings deferred
yearning badly
wanting madly
the faces
I will never see again
filling spaces
Faces
fulfilling graces
faces
I will never see again
random chances
circumstances
unspoken thoughts
forget-me-nots
quickening pulses
minuses and pluses
smiles endearing
heart never fearing
crowded places
shining faces
time goes by
it seems to fly
images transferred
feelings deferred
yearning badly
wanting madly
the faces
I will never see again
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