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One day at a time |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Its not comin' Its not on the journey Painting so beautiful Yet its become blurry I'll let it hang, for a day or so Light the candle Watch it burn, for a day or so Snuff it out The flames leap, for a day or so You won't second glance You won't take a peek And when I'm gone You won't wonder When you sleep Hands are shaky I feel it comin' I want the poison Heart starts drummin' Feel it in my veins I cant out-run it Sweat pouring from my pores Tangled in my sheets Pillows a rock A prince with no king A throne on a mound of salt A song too bitter to sing Then the day is done And another has begun. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Very dark and bleak work, Zach. It speaks on so many levels, and all of the words are without hope. Nicely crafted, but, man! what a major downer! Namaste Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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