To wear is so openly and fresh
Feeling so raw and exposed
Nothing to build up on within a soul
Just smile as deep as time will allow
Can a feeling be taken back
Spoken words unspoken again
Can a time be redone again
Worried by movement forward
Small and simple as it all may seem
Powerful and big are these things
Just laugh out loud for fear of crying
Can a sense be clouded
Written down only once
Can a decision be so wrong
Monday, October 22, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Words...just words...
Can you feel the words I write
A little tones said so right
just start were it has
moving fast with no plans
rising farther then tonight
waiting for another night
A little tones said so right
just start were it has
moving fast with no plans
rising farther then tonight
waiting for another night
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Words...just words...
Dancing naked within a room
Darken but for candle light
Crawling slow between sheets
Cradled softly in the night
Feeling the touch
Reaching for a taste
Twirl into the room
Fly away how ever chosen
Darken but for candle light
Crawling slow between sheets
Cradled softly in the night
Feeling the touch
Reaching for a taste
Twirl into the room
Fly away how ever chosen
Words...just words...
Always wondering closely to what is within reach
just to have to step back from what could be there
Giving out more then should
to feel left behind in the quietness of mind
Jagged by things of past
jaded deep within the heart, cracked and close to broken
Can standing tall be so hard
when height is not even the problem
Widen eyes that see everything
thought working faster then needed
Just to once again, sit quietly in a corner
knowing that nothing is really there.
just to have to step back from what could be there
Giving out more then should
to feel left behind in the quietness of mind
Jagged by things of past
jaded deep within the heart, cracked and close to broken
Can standing tall be so hard
when height is not even the problem
Widen eyes that see everything
thought working faster then needed
Just to once again, sit quietly in a corner
knowing that nothing is really there.
Words...just words...
It is what it is, nothing more than nothing less
Haven't noticed where it is heading
Unseen roads to follow and fly through
Grabbed back by just the ringin of the phone
Wanting to know there is more
Planning for tomorrow and taking from today
Jazzed by the glossed picture of life
That is posted by anothers view
Ride it back to where it is forward
Answer nothing, not even that phone
Haven't noticed where it is heading
Unseen roads to follow and fly through
Grabbed back by just the ringin of the phone
Wanting to know there is more
Planning for tomorrow and taking from today
Jazzed by the glossed picture of life
That is posted by anothers view
Ride it back to where it is forward
Answer nothing, not even that phone
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Words...just words...
Take the latest time in a hour
Move it forward by a moment
Hurried waiting for what's to come
Jumped back to review
Treasure and take all the times
Clicking of a hand
Twirling around and sliding with seconds
Mocking what's to come
Knowing that this is were it is
All within the latest time in a hour
Move it forward by a moment
Hurried waiting for what's to come
Jumped back to review
Treasure and take all the times
Clicking of a hand
Twirling around and sliding with seconds
Mocking what's to come
Knowing that this is were it is
All within the latest time in a hour
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
