Cold as night
Cold as night
murky waters
off a musty pier
I dream of home
where warm arms
greet my every wim
and love fills my belly
with all I can stomach
Cold as night
the chill slicing
the courage away
as time grinds down
my spirit
Cold as night
as headlights approach
hope flickers in the distance
beneath the underbelly of my bridge
Cold as night
another vulture picks
the bones of our walking dead
and retreats into transparency
Cold as night
I close my eyes
and wish myself home
Dreams, schemes and other themes: Random thoughts dancing around in a bubbling bath of conjecture.
5.25.2010
5.24.2010
5.17.2010
Always the hope
that today would be
different
That the stalling might end
and the truth be written across the sky
I am that which would break
free of the yolk and staff
leaning no more
on piety and good reputation
So strong the yearning that
dreams come while I wake
Alas this day like the one before finds me
still silent and forlorn
that today would be
different
That the stalling might end
and the truth be written across the sky
I am that which would break
free of the yolk and staff
leaning no more
on piety and good reputation
So strong the yearning that
dreams come while I wake
Alas this day like the one before finds me
still silent and forlorn
3.21.2010
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