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Cracked Feather, Broken Wing
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Cracked Feather, Broken Wing |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Cracked Feather, Broken Wing Broken wing, though it seems you lost everything, I can double-knot the loose string on your life falling all apart weathered suitcase and a confiscated heart you know... Cracked feather, you're facing some bad flyin' weather but I can try to pull you together from your love going down inside your soul's deepening well there is a sound that you know... Melody memorized by heart every bitter part but y'know that's the part you must play to live the most of the day Blue and black bird limitless is the word the word or haven't you heard the shape of a heart is a known quality the heart of a shape is calling to me communique via sky telling me not to stop the wondering why guess that's what makes me me I guess I see moon diamonds, daylight dash dreams, slips of love poems jabbed into my guitar case as I'm goin' I admit I don't know where I'm goin' but maybe it's the goin' that's worth knowing... Broken wing, though it's a caged bird singing, keep your heart's bells a-ringing shaking this town all apart even if you're left holding only spare parts but you know... Cracked feather, touching down in a field of heather I can try to be the black leather to your white lacy dreaming I'm a soul drifter finding layers of meaning but I know... A melody known by a heart infamous for its art but y'know that's the card you must lay to signal the end of the day Blue and black eye limitless is a lie a lie and I wonder why the shape of a heart is in quantity the heart of a shape is falling for me communing with the night telling her not to stop the pouring of light guess that's all I wanna see I guess that's me topaz sun, dawn's inflamed songs, slip of a shimmer girl stabbed by the light of a daytime world I admit I'm at the end of this world but maybe it's the world that's worth twirling.. like a ballerina with a cracked feather and broken wing, don't you know And y'know that's the part that I have to play to make the most of everyday, come what may... "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Excellent, noble and very beautiful, soul drifter. Owl |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I guess I see moon diamonds, daylight dash dreams, slips of love poems ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your poetry is all that!! ...and it's always so special to read you!! |
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