June 14, 2005

  • I had the following crap disguised in a text document labeled "happy"  hmmmm.....I wonder where the happy went?


    Date unknown, though it could be today or yesterday or sometime last year or the year before and so on and so on......


     



    You took me long into the night.
    Held my head as I trembled,
    warmed me when I shivered.
    You did it then,
    I pretend you do it now.
    In my land of make-believe,
    Where love used to be
    so damn true.


    But today....


    I'm cold and I'm tired. 
    This is just the way
    I thought it would be,
    when I wasn't alone,
    and clouds changed
    their shapes from red
    to blue.


    I'll take my time,
    gather my life in pools.
    Fuck the rules.
    Imagine complete.
    Do what I need to do.


    Yet still,


    It's not safe here.
    I'm gurgling again,
    drowning in the memory of you.
    You're dancing on the shore
    as I struggle to breathe.
    I cannot live,
    will not stream.
    It's not a dream.
    This came true.


    Where were you when I called your name? 
    Water swirled black
    all around my face,
    promising death,
    where it's warm.
    Where it's true.
     
    I have no soul to bear,
    I left her there. 
    You came for me
    and I left her there,
    alone.
    Again.


    Water swirls my hair
    in a tangle of seaweed,
    and you stand there
    on the shore,
    unaware of this snare. 
    No way to help,
    no sound of despair.
    No care?


    Where were you when I swam the sea? 
    A million miles of forever
    right beneath me as you smiled
    from the shore. 
    I'm not going there anymore.
    Too many circles and stars
    have blinded my mind
    and I'm stranded,
    branded,
    hopelessly banded,
    alone.
    Again.


    Take me from here,
    let me lose my sight in glory,
    fireworks and bright lights.
    Bow in infinite story
    humbled in infinite gain.


    My soul is in pain.
    Nobody will cry if I die.
    They've all left me
    high and dry,
    alone.
    Again.

    I've gone somewhere sad
    and you're gone,
    and you are too,
    and you and you.
    And YOU!
    I'm too cold to feel
    your warmness,
    burst of light,
    or happy fluffaroo.


    There is no soul to creep through.
    Not here,
    in tangled seaweed
    swirls black.
    Oxygen lack
    sea.


    Where is there?
    Smiling on the shore.
    Warm and true.
    Lucky for you.
    Sucks for me.
    Makes no sense now
    and I don't know how,
    nor do I care.


    It's not fair.
    Yet there are worse.
    Where life gets bad
    and oh so sad.
    Forever.
    No sever.
    In your face.
    Crap.


    Why do humans do what we do?


    So who am I?


    I'll always cry.
    It's what I do.
    Feel sadness to the core.
    Swirling black and blue
    where bodies ache.
    Bruised with sweat,
    bloodied in rain,
    streaked with salty dew.
    Again.
    Again.
    And Again.


    No end


    I want to go where love grows complete.
    Stand there with my feet
    in the sand.
    I just want to go.
    And feel your hand.
    Absorb your flow.
    Soak up your dew.
    Release the stress of blue.
    It's what I want to do.
    I do.


    i do


    I DO!


     

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What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.