Saturday, June 30, 2007

old flame

the irraducable complex
concept of contempt
makes me curious if its
constantly upkept
through blooed sweat
and tears fight those
most dear with a clear
ambiguity and reall credulity
is it worth the trouble
if it only kills you or me
or mabybt its prued stupidity
to think that theres explicitly
a catagory for the innocent
and another for the guily
a catagory for those that repent
and those that stay filthy
do you feel me?
or have i rambled to much
would it kill thee

shorties reading shorties

Dead Dead

Right now, this moment
It’s all falling apart
To give you the details
Id have to know where to start
So many obstacles
From so many directions
God puts weight on my shoulders
To see if I'm dependent
A new death, a new life
Leave me in anguish
The depth of my depression
Is becoming dangerous

One morning

Dawn breaks
And the sun slowly
Begins to fall
From the other side of the world
The sky illuminates
And the clouds begin
A retreat from the horizon
The birds sing
As a crisp morning
Slowly begins to unfurl
The bells ring
And the lazy birds quickly
Take to flyin

Good bye again

I'm thinking about
That time you died
And I cry deep inside
I wish we could reminisce
About all the memories
You missed and the thought
Renders me
Incomprehensibly empty
Every time your face enters me
Ecstasy exits me
Reminded of the times
That I forgot to call
I ball a little my countenance falls
A little my heart throbs
In the middle of my chest
Buried under my breast
But with nothing to protect
It form the times I reflect
Shit when I feel like this
The good memories
Feel neglect(ed)
The need to be collected
And reinserted
So I don’t forget the love
The kisses and the hugs
How you went so peacefully
Parting like a dove

Me?

The estimable Mr. bowers
With the pour to deflower
The most dour of virgins
Keep the most sour
From hurtin
With urges for certain
A yearnin for something
That burnin
With passion
A bastion for long
Lasting satisfaction

Thursday, June 28, 2007

winter in june

i shiver away winter in june
it was sunny today
so the rain will be back, soon
not like a pouring monsoon
just day after day
of blue moon, blue moon
the shades of grey paint the sky
and dont really change color
as day passes to night
i guess thats why people get high
looking to the horizon
with hope in there eye
and i kno sunny days are coming
but winter, in june
it really is something
amazed by so many days unstunning
but when the sun comes out
my shivers turn to humming