I came to say goodbye.
My mind sailed away.
The world has been a lie.
No white, just black and gray.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Verdade
It was today
I realized
what it really was.
A fathom,
quirky words
ever stretched
as a highway.
Bushes on either side,
masking the reality.
What to do?
I left, I walked,
I stumbled away.
For not one being
should be burdened
with a mislead mind.
What to do?
Who knows, who cares.
Tis a lie, tis my tears.
I realized
what it really was.
A fathom,
quirky words
ever stretched
as a highway.
Bushes on either side,
masking the reality.
What to do?
I left, I walked,
I stumbled away.
For not one being
should be burdened
with a mislead mind.
What to do?
Who knows, who cares.
Tis a lie, tis my tears.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Preciously Hidden
A haggard candle
stands erect.
A wick of fire wicked
mischievously dances:
Teasing the shadows,
Seducing the darkness.
My eyes are glassy,
ever filled with
a memory forgotten.
Stare to the hypnotic glow.
Burning away time,
Licking the still night.
Do not smile,
for they might see it.
stands erect.
A wick of fire wicked
mischievously dances:
Teasing the shadows,
Seducing the darkness.
My eyes are glassy,
ever filled with
a memory forgotten.
Stare to the hypnotic glow.
Burning away time,
Licking the still night.
Do not smile,
for they might see it.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Confession Unsolved
One jump and
I flew so high
through the air
that I think I'm drunk.
A bed of roses
lay underneath;
yet Oops!
I slipped.
Whistling prayers
tooting up and up
in the steam of
mother's morning coffee.
One thing said:
Don't listen.
It's show time.
For I am the audience.
I flew so high
through the air
that I think I'm drunk.
A bed of roses
lay underneath;
yet Oops!
I slipped.
Whistling prayers
tooting up and up
in the steam of
mother's morning coffee.
One thing said:
Don't listen.
It's show time.
For I am the audience.
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