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Blue Satellites
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Blue Satellites |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Blue Satellites Blue satellites circling 'round my bed as I try to sleep off the feelings you've imposed on me it's your fault that I'm dreaming in black and white but it's my fault for pissing you off Blue letters on a black Tuesday piling up in my mind strap a rocket to my back and kiss me goodbye I'll tell the moon you said hello the sparks from your eyes fueling my comet ride across the cosmos just to find a dirty Ohio license plate with your name on it with your heart hanging on the powerlines and my eyes set on the ghostly shape of you you're to blame for packing Seattle rain inside my lunchbox Tell me what's wrong with you are you trying to kill me? Tell me the answer to your double X code then maybe we could dance a rosepetal waltz to the final jangling grooves of your favorite Byrds record I've seen you dressed in pink and white opening up a book of dawn the insomnia in my eyes melting with the sun and I'm stuck like candy to the memory of you All through the weekend I'm being dragged down by the summer rain this damn Los Angeles freeway's got me boxed in again her smile is a clothespin and I'm hanging out the dry but the wind blows so cold and the wind's colors travel my skin These days spent with her pass through my heart out the backdoor, and back again like a boomerang like a heartattack it's been waiting to happen all day Somewhere on Hollywood & Vine I fall asleep to the tune of the stoplights and dream of my favorite song that hasn't played on the radio since 1966 It amazes me I can't decide if you're my silver angel or do I see the devil in your grin but you know you're better than the world you know perfectly well so stop your soft blushing cheeks from cutting through me already I love you already I guess I should've told right from the start before you climbed up my latters sneaking in the inky nighttime before you crawled inside my bones sapping on the inky marrow of me Meet me please say you'll meet me in the dead end streets of dreaming remembering dreams of baseball cars in bicycle spokes yellow brick roads and pretty Southern debutantes and hey, you know Elizabeth you belong somewhere in there circling 'round my soul like a blue satellite "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey [This message has been edited by soul drifter (03-27-2005 01:04 AM).] |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Powerful write. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
an enjoyable trip for the reader, if not the writer living and loving vicariously is so much less painful than 3D reality |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wonderful! The imagery and the emotion all come through so clearly to me. Thank you for the trip! |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I thought of variations all the time I read this A fabric for "whatever you feel" you direct in words and meaning but excellent Dave |
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