June 14, 2005
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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!
Comments (2)
Yeah, I'm not seeing a whole lot of happy here either.
But it rocks, nonetheless.
I like all the sea references. Nice.
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