Quite magical to see
, flying above me,
The outline of a bird
Against the bare bottom of a cloud,
Darting o’er canopy
Man-made and not,
Taking my eyes on ride of Valkyrie.
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Oh,
I thought you knew it.
Oh,
I thought you saw it
With all the looks I gave to you.
Oh,
But, you must have known them–
Oh,
But, you had to know them–
With all the looks I gave to you.
Oh,
I stared beyond you;
Into our hearts, I found you;
In my mind, I kept you there.
Oh,
The times we spent;
Oh,
The lives we shared,
And
You never knew them…
But,
I am here to tell you,
Oh,
I am here to tell you
Just
How much we’ve known
Each other,
Just
How much I need you
To care.
Waking up
To
The ways
Of a
World
Centered
At the poles,
Leaving
Us,
The Temperate,
In silence
But to avoid a change.
I know now
A change
Always comes,
As one
Came
For us,
The Temperate,
To be.
I know now
A change always comes,
And
Evolving
Is the only way
To stay
What I
Intend to be.
She
Spoke
And said, ”
I
Wish
I
Could
Be
With
,” and
I tried
To
Be
Fine with
My
Name
Not coming
After.
I got money in the bank
And I’m alright,
But still tryin to be
Where I don’t need to fight
To realize my dreams or
Just to be me.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all i
said were words,
nothing more than
sounds thrown
against you to
break you down to
see my point of view.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all i
brought up were
memories,
nothing more than
parts of our past
you’ve been trying
to forget, but
can’t now
that i’m
slinging them about
like fire,
trying to temper you
, but i keep the
flame too hot, so
you have no choice
but to melt before me.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all we’re
doing is continuing
what we saw our
parents do, despite
promises to the
contrary, but we
both know promises
are not kept unless
vowed, and we
never bothered to…
hey, why ya
cryin’? i promise
i won’t do this again,
but i can’t
guarantee that
promise can be kept
depending on
how you make me feel.
it’s not like
you give me every minute
i ask for, no, it’s
not like you give me
every minute i ask for, no,
it’s not like
you do.
we sat
and watched the
notes of earth’s song
swoop in to
give us
something
to hold on to
when mind was[ let] go
wading in a photo,
trying to remember
your depth beyond the
light of that day,
when the azalea gave
you color, and the
reflection of years
stayed in eyes and
a slight smile,
a slight smile
growing to an
awkward laugh
as you wait for
me to finish
filming you, so
you can return to
that day/that way
of life you
somehow came to know
by necessity, not
desire, but
we often leave
desire when reality
comes calling.
slanted in the center,
you
i found myself
again yesterday,
hoping i’d changed,
but life is innocent
’til the crimes are found.
my burnt throat
drank a draft to
the wasted time
let loose by anger, that
mighty foe better left alone.
how little feet
grasp power lines,
sit, still-perch,
remain unaware
of the grounded
doozers raising earth
to fill holes hid in hearts
by yet-discovered discoveries
i fell again today,
after stopping for
a second/more and
remembering all
you mean to me.