Streetlight Treesoft words from the dark the touch of her hand those lips, a memory that calls from the void this empty roadStreetlight Tree
and these are the lights that turn off behind me as I walk alone and the wind moves over this empty road
a tree, shivers under the old pale sun that cries out to me false hope for rebirth if I embraced you would that sun turn off
and how long would I last as the past calls to me its arms pull me close suffer what could have been to feel those lips again the wind moves over
Familar SomethingSo familiar The turn of the shoulder And words worse than dust That I am left to hold Hit cold in the face with a broken clockFamilar Something
Lips and eyes closed Unmoving to the sky Buried in paper Written with old dreams
Sigh and shift your thoughts to better days The clouds move on and fade away While you are still Right here
So familiar I thought I saw your face Memory's sour taste Tells me I am alone To follow clouds in exchange for the past
I hold my hands out And give this dust to the wind To truly be fre
Gutter of a Saintfriend of peeling paint empty cans for thought the garbage bag brain to his noisy mouth in the gutter of a saint electrocution fires as the lights flicker only rats move inside as they tinker with his wiresGutter of a Saint
hollow handed handshakes words left uneaten by flies that say come and follow to a brave new grave
a better replacement
to progress happy minds
when garbage apathy
rolls down the street of time
you will find us
working harder
working faster
as the peeling paint of past
failing future &nbs
No Windows - Finishblack metal trim border halo's stop the tricky pleasures obtruse dull edged eyes time against the grime wipe away the dust, no windowsNo Windows - Finish
the connection for affection but unable to keep alive congested iron lung highways we dream of days that slowly slip
under the wires all my life time flows
in an inner eye a photograph plays
the time spent with me
down the old piping of decay with torn photographs on the steps
I watch from the attic and
wipe away the dust, no windows.
in fingerprints ashes I see,
the ta
mosquitoes:mosquitoes:mosquitoes
you linger( that touch of gray in the morning clouds -thick- preventing any hopes of orange from invading my day with pleasantries) in this bed( rotten with the smell of old wine, you lay lifeless, empty -stoic- like a man standing on a cliff's edge waiting for a gust of wind)
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I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.
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Save the Fucking Rainforest damn it! [link] and while your there feed a human.
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~MD~ [link]
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"Rule your mind or it will rule you."
-Horace Mann
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Faithwalker
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~MD~ [link]
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