take a breath and count down from 3 ignore the sounds and the things you see fade away into the night once more as you lay relaxed upon your floor watch the ceiling through melting curls of smoke slide your hand to make the flow seem broke but it never broke the endless burn it never paused to wait it's turn and so goes life through endless days so many passages, so many ways always counting down to the very end as the beauty of love causes hearts to mend from reality of life destroying your soul it's loss leaves you broken and not quite whole and as the smoke melts once more as one the things that you did become undone with the tears I cried so long washed away and daylight fading into one hopeful ray who knows whether it will be there tomorrow or if the world will join in your sorrow as you close your eyes to sleep once more lying there ontop the bedroom floor watch the smoke rings fade away at night as you lie there in soft candle light as the darkness looms like a wild beast hungrily waiting for the carnal feast in a world where dreams still rule supreme and nothing is ever what it should seem so I'll lay on the floor for a day or two thinking about the stories I'd like to tell you about the fun and the laughs about what people say the trauma and drama that we have every day but I never remember those small little things from the color of a bird to the way it sings a bird is a bird and a song is a song the thing that changes is whether it sounds wrong so close your eyes and relax with me let your eyes go hazy and your mind free as you walk into the depths of life once more as we're lying here on the bedroom floor
Breathe back from three. Then perhaps you'll see me as the bird you forgot like an old story plot that was thrown away while you waited for day... I'll close my eyes and relax with you, with the ray of hope it will one day be true. I'll see your face in the dark candlelight and know for once, this is something done right.
"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."
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Sanger, TX USA
Wow Desperado, this screams in such a subtle manner that I'm not even sure what to say. So tender, and yet, it's done with almost a nonchalance about it, that you have to close your eyes and picture every word...not that it's hard. Great imagery, especially the curling smoke. Bravo.
"In sleep he sang to me...in dreams he came...that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name..."
quote:but it never broke the endless burn it never paused to wait it's turn and so goes life through endless days so many passages, so many ways
so I'll lay on the floor for a day or two thinking about the stories I'd like to tell you about the fun and the laughs about what people say the trauma and drama that we have every day but I never remember those small little things from the color of a bird to the way it sings a bird is a bird and a song is a song the thing that changes is whether it sounds wrong
You certainly have a way with words! The above lines caught my eye! You look quite young from the photo, but you seem to have a lot of wisdom for your age. I would like to hear this poem read aloud.
Oh, and you have a heckuva great vocabulary. I bet you play a mean game of scrabble.
Hey Des...Nice to see you here. Hope all is well with you. I could see the curls of smoke rolling away as I read this.
quote:so close your eyes and relax with me let your eyes go hazy and your mind free as you walk into the depths of life once more as we're lying here on the bedroom floor
This stanza somehow relaxed me and put me in a state of wonder.... I was ready to lay and listen to your stories, but in visions... ...in silence. Excellent job in taking me there.... And a great piece...you've done well.
"The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first"
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
I read this... and then re-read it... and once more re-read it. I really like the way it flows and the simple wonder of how it's written. You have quite a way with words. I'd like to talk with you more sometime. E-mail me if you want. BWA.
With a little piece of tomorrow, You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye. Because today won't last forever, And the past will only make you cry.
P.S. I really enjoyed your web-page..
[This message has been edited by Broken_Winged_Angel (edited 12-12-2000).]