a yawning dawn .. v.

the sky falls like glitter with new hope


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arise arise

ha. the night still lays still

i think the moon is hiding tonight

the world sucking at it

lick lick

and now the farmers in this small community are asleep

though i see a few fires stoked

i keep falling into the dirt

picking myself up

though i cant feel a thing

how much further to go

only seeing stars

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days

days
i hear your footsteps
lightly padded
i break a heart apart
days you bloomed forever on my sunniest day
clouds could not take you down
like a radiant jewel
you caressed my wounds
on woven fingers the days skipped by
i no longer hear your footsteps

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underground

its just another saturday
word play knife set
let me rest
must prepare for the coming night
watch the ground
dancing to a lonely beat
i am in love with a tombstone
electric hands close around your neck
i lose my last step
i am here odd and strange
dont want to paint another day

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throwing myself on your doorstep

wretched

world unhappy
soft hands stuck on glue
breathing old age
has no soul
blind lead the way
angels fail
blasted eyes squint in complete tragedy
bank on
the only choice i have is to run into your dark arms
falling apart

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slip into nothing

when you step away from the lights
and the darkness sets in i hope you find your way
as the stars crawl along the sky and thirst for your soul
you hold steady and close your eyes
lay down and sleep along with the currents
and within the small gestures
setting treetops aflame
on a deep hillside
i see sunsets that quitely slip into nothing


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underwater

seasoned by grief and confusion anger and whim
my body drifts into a morbid state

my mind two steps behind
i recall that there never was an ascending past
there is now only what we created through blind patience
and this baby is born of lies
the silver blue sky strokes

the pine trees tips
the orange bulbs cast a yellow shadow
and the only sound louder then the oceans crease is the sound of a deep breath
so now as i race downward
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forgotten

forgotten May 16, 2006 12:41 AM

so last night the sun sank deep deep into my warm mind
i no longer feel responsible nor connected to you or anyone
just the soft stroke of my own hand holding my left breast
i am picking at my own strings
now flowers float as with those soul filled eyes we smile
and forgotten
and water and wine
and song of mine
just this wish list of dreams and creative lights

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