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Carrie
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Carrie Carrie, narcotics and alcoholics are blue like your eyes tonight, the taxis are running through my veins like golden trains and the trail of a comet is my thin disguise on the verge, a simple urge a nervous breakthrough to you but it's just a crash landing to me oh Carrie Baby, destruction and malfunction inside my body tonight watch as the stars break into cars and sing in seedy downtown bars the loveliness of this place is quite a fright look at me, I'm starting to see that you, in your coterie of confessions is my life's lessons to better the soul in me oh baby Oh jump into the sprinklers and soft wrinkles time has painted on you Carrie, the world is yours, girl, give it a whirl, and twirl in the light that runs through straight to the heart of the moment time is limitless and you won't make a dent on your body if you steer clean through the clouds city crowds and men who scream out loud for you winding you up, letting you go still so much to know about the way your heart operates feel it soar as your dream seperates and becomes its own living thing baby it's beautiful, what you bring into the world tonight such a shimmering yellow light guide me home Carrie, idiotic are the robotic movements of lovers lost under covers with nary a wonder to who each other is at the end of the hearts that bend into the shape of eyes and lies from mouths that gape for the escaping lovers into the single life, sans husband and wife, but oh you long to be loved in the deep heart of darkness, you'll never get enough of the things you call sacred and perfect and oh so pretty oh baby but I know, within the come and go, the truth about you: somebody will see your light and come to call it their own somebody will hush the night and carry you home Carrie, let it carry you home "Is any song worth singing if it doesn't help?" -- Wilco, 'Wishful Thinking' |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
somebody will see your light and come to call it their own somebody will hush the night and carry you home Skeptical outlook in the beginning and a comforting turn in the end. Appreciated this work. I just finished reading "11 minutes" by Paulo Coelho and your poem recalls that situation, quite powerfully. Love, Margherita |
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