Like last days of dying artists,
every moment posessing permanence.
Even Dreaming, darkness, epic chapter...
It's almost overdone,
causes me to think 5 times for every one thought
(fuck)
Misty-eyed terror
growing ill, growing rapidly
with the weeds in the garden
(taking over)
This shit is ruining our lives with lonliness.
Flourishing among the madness
(glorious against the backdrop of agony)
I found a solitary flower,
and left it there...
just for you.
Past Life
I knew you somewhere else,
kin to pharoahs encased in tombs.
Your touch still feels the same.
Builders of temples and cathedrals somewhere overseas,
I've missed you so much.
Soldiers that marched through nations with fists in the air,
so long ago,
I still care.
Old like rock formations,
Egypt,
meteors and dinosaurs.
Familiar like clouds, religion,
bass beats, 2 way streets.
Close like mothers to wombs,
Iraq to bombs, dark to light,
black and white.
500 years in the making...
do you remember now?
3 million mornings not waking...
did you forget somehow?
To adore ones hands,
admire their weakness.
See yourself before with Bright Bright eyes,
and a palm full of love...
I pick up rocks,
unable to understand texture,
uncapable of knowing their past.
Frustrated I throw.
8th street isn't as pretty as it use to be.
Your not pretty.
Far west your energy is overpowering.
I see it more and more now that you are away,
still with the persistance of a bull.
COMMENTS
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Angelus
16:39 Jul 09 2009
..remind me to come back and nick this: it's excellent.