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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