I remember what the old man said
as he shook in subtle intoxication
"the more you smile, the more people you attract."
And he sipped his wine once again
I followed with my eyes
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Little Thoughts
Small child you worry me
talking about your new dreams
singing songs that you don't mean
and you will never understand
ashes burn or are they lit?
we all fall back down
stand back up and we sing again
to favor dreadful sounds
Smaller child you trouble me
buried in your brand new world
answer me when you are free
and maybe you will understand
killer queen is the big bee
she is troubled too
and if you're sweet then she will sting
. . . . .
Everyday the sun rises to start a new day
maybe I should start doing the same.
I've been sleeping away
until the late afternoon comes.
Lazy
and comfortable in the fact that
I am.
Unlike the sun
I don't give gifts of shadows.
I have my own to keep.
You carry yours around
attached to your ankles.
Incomplete.
maybe I should start doing the same.
I've been sleeping away
until the late afternoon comes.
Lazy
and comfortable in the fact that
I am.
Unlike the sun
I don't give gifts of shadows.
I have my own to keep.
You carry yours around
attached to your ankles.
Incomplete.
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