Waking Up Happy.
He awakes in a feathered grip
And sinks softly through the sky
Till the sunshine melts the fog away
And frees his searching eyes.
Salvation
From drowning
A storm in a teacup
An undeserved pickup
Choppered through driving rain
He awakes in a mighty grasp
A glowing shield to drive away pain
Before he even asked.
Salvation
From destruction
An unchecked razorblade.
Asleep in a forest glade.
Monday, June 26, 2006
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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