You know Stalin put an end to crime, by Loneliness is condescending
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Rain drizzles down the window settling a sleepy dreariness
I stare up letting them kiss my cheeks on their way to there
next life
slowly spinning think thinking of you and a summer kiss
with a faithless eulogy to pass those lips
laying down I left it soak me up becoming rain itself
I’m flowing off to some place else unsettled
searching for my resting place
now I’m speeding off to some place else picked up by the
wind
yet I’m pining for something else
where are my green pasture?
I’ve seen it all as burned to ash its barren desolate and
destroying…
Their all enjoying it soaking up the death as it was
something sweet
broken away dragging my hand down the window
I know this was only a dream but its haunting me
and I cant let go of these images in my mind flashing static
in my eyes
everything is changing though its all the same
it seemed all in vain
and I have no way to mend
head bent down in shame
its been another evening I’ve spent pleasing some one
else’s love
I watch the rain as it plays all my stories
I’m drifting of to someplace else flowing away to some
new spring
searching for that ever lasting flower
I’m not seeking youth
I’m only wanting rest
as my fingers trace this stream telling me everything that
has ever been…
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Posted: 2006-07-26 03:47:05 UTC |
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2006-07-26 04:30:45 | lost the lonely dead |
i dont really remember what i thought of this one but ill read it again and let you know |
2006-12-15 20:14:21 | Faith |
Your titles are always so interesting, they are usually what attracts me to a poem. Also i really like your use of words... |