I don't come to tear these pages
Clotted thick with a chaos of scribble
And balled up in failure's basket.
Your own attempt
At drawing life.
I come to take these pages
Smooth their battered edges
Connect the broken lines
Paint light into the darkness
And bring that
Drawing to life.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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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