i know youve drempt about me
i know youve wondered
i know those deep dreams are shrouded with images of me
me and you.....
The truth is...
Once we wake up, We Forget
Forget me
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Glaze
a sincere...familiar glaze covers my eyes
remining me off far off places....
constantly seeing through these eyes, ive found everything is a lie
love
lust
happiness
sadness
i sit staring back at a hollow shell of a body
sitting idle as a lifetime of majesty flashes past the glaze
as i gaze into a reflection, time slowly seeps through
and i fade away, reminiscing of a life once meant to live
eventually finding to "live" is another means to an end
another route of failure....
remining me off far off places....
constantly seeing through these eyes, ive found everything is a lie
love
lust
happiness
sadness
i sit staring back at a hollow shell of a body
sitting idle as a lifetime of majesty flashes past the glaze
as i gaze into a reflection, time slowly seeps through
and i fade away, reminiscing of a life once meant to live
eventually finding to "live" is another means to an end
another route of failure....
Monday, February 4, 2008
Aretê
Aretê
wandering alone in a barren desert
dragging behind me a bleak shadow of what i could have been
dreaming of past nightmares once heavinly occasions
timid sun rays beat against my face
as the harsh wind blows, reminding me of a far better time and place
harsh brown earth underneath is as dry as my emotions
waiting for the spring shower to wash away my austere surface layer
idle and weary from a lifetimes hoplessness
i wait for the seasons end
i wait for the sky to change, i wait for this drought to be over
i wander this barren desolate wasteland for a sense of former clarity
to find large open spaces, and far off places
that i will never reach
in this landscape or the next

wandering alone in a barren desert
dragging behind me a bleak shadow of what i could have been
dreaming of past nightmares once heavinly occasions
timid sun rays beat against my face
as the harsh wind blows, reminding me of a far better time and place
harsh brown earth underneath is as dry as my emotions
waiting for the spring shower to wash away my austere surface layer
idle and weary from a lifetimes hoplessness
i wait for the seasons end
i wait for the sky to change, i wait for this drought to be over
i wander this barren desolate wasteland for a sense of former clarity
to find large open spaces, and far off places
that i will never reach
in this landscape or the next

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