Friday, September 25th, 2009
between two really good friends:
-Vampire Music, liquored up; somebody stop me.
-Vampire music. Vampires use it and choose it.
The loose quick lipped and mind flipped.
Divine gifts.
Then sign this, & show me to my bed.
Bestow the weeded head.
and so in greed, I steamed ahead.
I felt free and met clouds.
Windy minds melt the proud.
It was loud, but the trumpet rang it out.
It sang and shout and laughed
and licked us
on our faces.
Sure, its facelss but at least it let us taste this.
It's encased with tears of turqiouse and joy.
A surplus of joy.
Serve us, this discerned plight,
fight with those who took flight.
fight with those who took flight.
-Flightless, some lose hope and say mightless.
A time for learning more, yearning more
seeking a feeling; place more than warm.
Still, we have all be warned.
Yet we continue in flight,
and choose a path ending in spite.
Whats a win and whats a loss,
when everyday joy has to fight with chaos.
Weep, mourn, get angry and fade
I have found a new home,
I keep writing to you,
but you just never come!
The winds cower over me
like towers melt into the city.
- Never came so bones grew old
and hair turned grey.
It burned away and I felt a prick of wind
and the chill that comes with it.
If it's done that's quick.
We learn to spit and dust off
shoulders that see the grit.
From better days more clever ways;
expose the toes that take in the sun's rays.
Some stay just to hold me,
hoping this hollowing owns me or
they just hope I'm lonely.
The sunshine shown showed
I'm my only.
Sleep finds the words we can't.
The dreams we seem to remember
are just humanified versions of
the real thing.
It's like one big screen.
-Baby, I was nieve and the sun turned gold,
we've all loved and lost, and like that's life:
bee's make honey too.
Melt away, like last night's moon.
