... We have come together and connect so much more now -
we laugh and have become less afraid of each other.
! wow we've come a long way.
Spiritually I think Ive stopped growing. I have stopped being a child of God, I think... I have stopped feeling the spirit touch me like it did, I miss it.
Stolen from me and made into tears
the heavens pour it on me to shame me
Before my friends and peers.
My eyes tire from seeing
awake for so long
mindlessly active unconsciously moving..
Birds call in the night
Unrespectfully watch the moon hang ominously
pay no attention to its ethereal beauty,
In a liquid pink sky and wet blue clouds;
I smiled when I saw the grey sky roll over the cool morning
but no smile could brighten my day today.
(so it dragged on without joy).
Sometimes, its so hard to smile.
learning to fly
Friday, January 2
The White Blossom - written circa 2003
Locked in a chamber of cold black stones with thick chains clamping her wrists, and ankles to the walls.
An iron choker held her head from the floor and any further comfortable position.
no movement, no food, no thought... why this torture?
In this filthy cramped cavity only she could fit. Eyes open, staring at a white blossom blooming before her.
In no light it grew as if by what remained of her will power; budding then bursting, like in slow motion into full bloom. Pure and white - amidst the gloom and black.
small and alone, the girl died.
An iron choker held her head from the floor and any further comfortable position.
no movement, no food, no thought... why this torture?
In this filthy cramped cavity only she could fit. Eyes open, staring at a white blossom blooming before her.
In no light it grew as if by what remained of her will power; budding then bursting, like in slow motion into full bloom. Pure and white - amidst the gloom and black.
small and alone, the girl died.
Wet Grass - written circa 2003
listening to the sounds of a friday afternoon and drinking smirnoffs to tune me in.
Wet patches of grass and mud; a small micro plane buzzing over above.
A cool breeze momentarily brushing my face; dispersed clouds dripping towards the east.
Im thinking of some other afternoon, like this one. just as cool and the sun just about to touch the horizon. observing the scene with the same detached wonder.
The leaves on the plum tree burst into existence in such a short period it made me think how fast spring is approaching. The beautiful white blossoms have just about all dropped off or browned out.
Wet patches of grass and mud; a small micro plane buzzing over above.
A cool breeze momentarily brushing my face; dispersed clouds dripping towards the east.
Im thinking of some other afternoon, like this one. just as cool and the sun just about to touch the horizon. observing the scene with the same detached wonder.
The leaves on the plum tree burst into existence in such a short period it made me think how fast spring is approaching. The beautiful white blossoms have just about all dropped off or browned out.
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