tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83012250600143532042024-03-12T15:56:47.234-07:00paperthinUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-45675313520323411742012-11-09T08:34:00.000-08:002012-11-09T08:34:56.774-08:00Exhale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Strands of hair get caught in my eye<br />
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And brush softly against my cheek</div>
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As a light air snuggles its way around me</div>
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And ruffles the soft waves </div>
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On the back of my neck</div>
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All is forgiven </div>
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And I can feel a new calm</div>
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The questions still linger</div>
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But don't bother me much</div>
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What will I do knowing?</div>
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Summer has set in and it isn't warm anymore</div>
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We're smothered in a heat wave</div>
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Of strangled emotions, strained connections, and physical exhaustion</div>
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And struggle to find happiness</div>
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Shining through tiny sweat beads on our brow</div>
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Twisted strands of hair </div>
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Hiding ugly twisted lies</div>
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All chopped off now</div>
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Releasing me </div>
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From the bondage of guilt</div>
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A newfound freedom</div>
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An ease in every breath</div>
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Are gifts I've received.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-33599037081041853142010-06-11T05:39:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:50:51.747-07:00FatherSoft and white<div>Sprawled out across the soft winter sky</div><div>Your arms encompassing all of creation</div><div>In fatherly embrace</div><div><br /></div><div>Your warm hands cupping</div><div>Old carton-coloured moon </div><div>And your many thousand eyes </div><div>Sparkling</div><div>With joy, with love</div><div><br /></div><div>A girl with withered soul</div><div>Looks heaven-ward</div><div>And finds solace and reason</div><div>To nourish and protect this</div><div>Her <i>only</i> possession.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-83202841059315676362010-06-11T05:28:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:35:18.668-07:00Sweetest LoveSweet love<div>Take my hand now</div><div>You have my heart</div><div>We shall dance</div><div>In each other's souls</div><div>Floating</div><div>Swimming</div><div>Higher and slower</div><div>Till we get lost</div><div>My dreams and hands</div><div>Mangled in yours</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you have a minute or two?</div><div>Nothing important</div><div>I want to waste it with you</div><div>It's not easy</div><div>I'm stuck in your head</div><div>I can't seem to figure you out</div><div>I'm not so free</div><div>My head is just as bad</div><div>Pull through sweetheart</div><div>Please</div><div>Just this once</div><div><br /></div><div>Forgive me for the traps I've laid</div><div>I've been burned</div><div><i>Thank You</i> for trying</div><div>I pushed through and loved</div><div>Broken at last.</div><div><br /></div><div>You've sewn me together</div><div>And our souls can dance again</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i>Love</i></span> is it?</div><div>It's much more my love!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sweetest love</div><div>Let's get lost again</div><div>Here ... take my hand.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-30305352985035054632010-06-11T05:11:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:26:03.709-07:00SinMy pen is bleeding again<div>It's been a while</div><div>Probably got away this time</div><div>It's slipping</div><div>And I didn't notice</div><div>I need to blot it out</div><div>Before it dries up</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Will you help?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Here take this cup</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">And hold it firm</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Whilst I fill it up</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">And watch you squirm</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">You tried</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">You tried harder</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Than any of the others</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I want to place my heart</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">In your hand</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">But I'll hold you close</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Because you're still trying</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">To love me for who I am</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">To forget yourself </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">For what I need</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I tidy up my thoughts</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">My head.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">They're still a-wanderin'</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Underneath my bed</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The blood is rushing</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I open the bottle up</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I can still smell the sweet fragrance</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Apple</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">And you drinking up</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Last year</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Memories rush up my nose</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">And flood my head</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Coagulating my mind</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">In restless fervor</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">They're not dead</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Death is merely a film</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">You pass through it</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">And reach the other side</span></i></div><div>Parts of you cling on</div><div>Like wet sand embracing your skin</div><div>Thoughts like love</div><div>Hang in the infinite</div><div>Like droplets</div><div>Frozen and luminous</div><div>Freedom</div><div>Frozen in a single drop</div><div>Not thin like a bubble</div><div>Dense</div><div>Like the feeling in your heart</div><div>When it bleeds</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't seem to sleep tonight</div><div>Or yesterday</div><div>Or tomorrow</div><div>Their blood is in my face</div><div>I cannot wash it off my soul</div><div>My sons and daughters will uphold</div><div>It somewhere</div><div>And then someday</div><div>They won't sleep a night</div><div>Or three</div><div>And maybe</div><div>Just maybe</div><div>Their pens might bleed again</div><div>Trying to wash their father's sins</div><div><br /></div><div>Can you help them up?</div><div>I didn't think so</div><div>But thank you</div><div>For today.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-45279803305790617762010-06-11T05:01:00.001-07:002010-06-11T05:04:58.208-07:00Faith<i>Faith</i> is a funny word<div><br /><div>Can you have it, and lose it</div><div>And find it again?</div><div>Because if you lose it,</div><div>then it isn't faith.</div><div><br /></div><div>So would I be condemned if I said</div><div><i>I had faith once </i></div><div><i>But now it's dead</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>The Lord knows the battles I have fought</div><div>And won each one </div><div>Because I tried</div><div><br /></div><div>So leave me here with my piece of faith</div><div>And may you have a morsel too.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-40449990209516693622010-06-11T04:36:00.000-07:002010-06-11T04:45:55.571-07:00PraythingsIf I had to say<div>What's really on my mind</div><div>If I had to tell you I've not left </div><div>Any of it behind</div><div>Would you tear at me </div><div>With your eyes?</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe you would hate</div><div>A little at a time.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I had to stray</div><div>Not all at once</div><div>What would you say?</div><div>Would you stay?</div><div><br /></div><div>You've woken up to wasted cards</div><div>And expectations</div><div>It could be helped</div><div>If you'd looked hard</div><div>If you'd looked once</div><div>Trusting</div><div>Loving</div><div>Do you understand?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've fallen</div><div>Into another place</div><div>It's not your place</div><div>It's not all good</div><div>It's not my fault</div><div>Or yours</div><div>This time it's just better</div><div>Left</div><div>Not understood.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301225060014353204.post-75791272910896097042010-06-11T04:05:00.000-07:002010-06-11T04:22:07.180-07:00Night talesLight conversation<div>A few laughs<div>Carried by soft wind from mouth to ear</div><div>The moonlight </div><div>Still.</div><div>Like memories</div><div>Of the cold cold <i>Delhi</i> night in May</div><div><br /></div><div>Goblets of wine lay half full</div><div>Like the moon that night</div><div>And the stars appear and disappear</div><div>Behind puffs of floating air</div><div>that cried awhile</div><div>Softening the earth and leaves and hearts</div><div>Of a hardened city's soul</div><div><br /></div><div>The reunion of three friends had touched</div><div>The centre of the universe that night</div><div>Their heads slightly circling</div><div>Like the spiral staircase their feet had kissed</div><div>Just minutes before</div><div>Their amalgamated blood now inviting </div><div>Sweet slumber</div><div>And even more creative monologues of sorts.</div><div>Laughter</div><div>Again and again</div><div>And a sense of time standing thick and passing slowly</div><div>With every bite of bread</div><div>Laden with dreamy cheese</div><div><br /></div><div>Accusations of slowly slipping into the subconscious</div><div>Never irked their wistfully drunk veins</div><div>That the Gods,</div><div>Filled with sympathy</div><div>Chose to ignore that day.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0