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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Sea Change Hello, could you fill my emptiness, just a little bit, please, sparkling little lights in the darkness? A little hope is all I ask just a sea change inside me moving me to crumble my fears and capsize in an ocean of colorless tears you're orbiting my mood like the moon but don't act so soon I'm only singing to myself for my failing mental health about you, but the song's not for you And these days, these milky white days float by and I sink myself in the melodies of old pop records under stray sunrays oh, Seattle skyline tell me what I'll find in some other stranger's soul for I've become a stranger to my own self glued to the bookshelf between a book of haikus and Rubber Soul This lazy pneumonia is getting to me watching the wind pirouetting like a ballerina awaiting a sea change a climate shift to understand the (moderator edit) I've lived through I've been shot through her gun and now I'm on the run from all I've wrought in black metal hearts sprinkled like snow all over the cityscape as I clumsily make my escape to the turning, churning tides Somebody take me away somebody true momma look at me I'm a housecat stuck in a tree understand that when these paws hit land I'll be running for cover under the childhood covers at night artificially-flavored blue sky via candle light dreaming of long gone summer lawns and her golden waterfall of hair melding with the lights strung over the water now it's all dead and leaves haunt the coast and my love is cannon fodder giving up the heavily medicated ghost in my eyes So the clouds drift by me like corpses on the sea snow banks for gravestones the egg white contrasting the coffee black the suite of rooms I've taken hiding the fact love's overtaken me stuck on words I can never take back Flashbulbs for eyes suitcase for a mouth taxi cabs for hands that carry traces of her skin when I wandered the boulevard of her in the night Car speakers for ears beige drapes for hair cold asphalt for a chest that carry traces of her touch when she wandered the backstreets of me in the night Hello, could you spare a sea change an umbrella through the rain if you please, a brochure to become sure of the strength of my love "The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell". -- Tom Waits, 'Bad Live and a Broken Heart' [This message has been edited by soul drifter (10-16-2005 03:01 PM).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Zach~ You've laced some lovely thoughts through this piece~ 'artificially-flavored blue sky via candle light dreaming of long gone summer lawns and her golden waterfall of hair melding with the lights strung over the water' when I wandered the boulevard of her in the night' I particularly liked these two ... but in the all of it, I see some tremendous talent~ Thank you for sharing~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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