Your words echo in my ears but it's only a past, left, and now missed
with it's misjudged look and cold quick feel.
This new silence is louder than my heart throbbing in my ears
but you look straight ahead, too proud and presuming to say anything.
Someone, just go ahead and say it.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
My Paradise
A leafy dusk 200 miles away,
is where I can stay in my bright minds eye.
To get away from all these sleepy summer days.
Because although the scenery is gorgeous,
the street holds barely a soul.
As if in the warmth and comfort,
they have decided to sleep all day long.
It's still so beautiful out but a bit lonely too.
I want to hear the laughter of neighbor children as their shoes hit the pavement,
running and chasing each other.
The muffled voices of adults nearby, as they sip sweet iced teas.
Smell the barbecue which wafts over the fence from the next door backyard.
Then at the end of the day, watch the sunset with my family under the humid starry sky.
This, is a piece of my paradise
is where I can stay in my bright minds eye.
To get away from all these sleepy summer days.
Because although the scenery is gorgeous,
the street holds barely a soul.
As if in the warmth and comfort,
they have decided to sleep all day long.
It's still so beautiful out but a bit lonely too.
I want to hear the laughter of neighbor children as their shoes hit the pavement,
running and chasing each other.
The muffled voices of adults nearby, as they sip sweet iced teas.
Smell the barbecue which wafts over the fence from the next door backyard.
Then at the end of the day, watch the sunset with my family under the humid starry sky.
This, is a piece of my paradise
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Why Do they surrender him?
It's sick how his corpse, like a shiny old shoe,
is "beautified" to be shown off in happy horror.
He who once stood tall and strong,
now looking weak, laying low.
As if he's giving in to the skies and other peoples opinions.
No more fight in him, no more emotion, no more being.
Why are they making this his lasting impression?
is "beautified" to be shown off in happy horror.
He who once stood tall and strong,
now looking weak, laying low.
As if he's giving in to the skies and other peoples opinions.
No more fight in him, no more emotion, no more being.
Why are they making this his lasting impression?
Monday, July 2, 2012
The Dead Man's Hand
Would you touch the bone of a gone and dead soul?
No? Than tell me why.
As you look through the earth you can see that even through new technology and buildings we are all falling apart.
The dirt you use for soil, when planting your store bought starters
it is pieces from other living things, decomposed,
most of them forgotten.
The water you sip quietly, has been drunk more than a thousand times before by creatures now nonexistent.
Those new shoes you're so proud of, they were the skin of the mighty buffalo.
The steak you ate for dinner used to be a living cow.
The cow should have been free and happy, but for the extra
selfish souls this cow had to live confined and sad.
So now tell me again.
Why won't you hold a dead mans hand?
No? Than tell me why.
As you look through the earth you can see that even through new technology and buildings we are all falling apart.
The dirt you use for soil, when planting your store bought starters
it is pieces from other living things, decomposed,
most of them forgotten.
The water you sip quietly, has been drunk more than a thousand times before by creatures now nonexistent.
Those new shoes you're so proud of, they were the skin of the mighty buffalo.
The steak you ate for dinner used to be a living cow.
The cow should have been free and happy, but for the extra
selfish souls this cow had to live confined and sad.
So now tell me again.
Why won't you hold a dead mans hand?
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