Poets Lovers and music-makers Carnal takers and mental fakers Indy men a dollar less than dime
Looking for something more than a cardboard artist whore running out of youth's time
Lack of self makes an empty shout transparent alignment without a doubt Wasting you and I: sorry soulcrime
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
oh you fool of a bard now i've played the last card the debt will begin to play a part interest you'll pay on the heart a trade-in desperate to be made for a shiny new one without fade i pity your fancies when they cease elation discarded with a stamp of mental expiration playing stalemate with your feelings is no means to any pretty endings
a field of waving rye under autumn's dawn sky laying down to dream folding thoughts to stream others can't find me there yet I'm seeing your stare
golden niche hid deep in my mind hazy field where two catchers find a rest to lay their hearts akindle inside spirit that has no dwindle but my boldness ends at your eyes left with lonely rebelgirl cries
they've never put a song in my heart-hand wherein lives the passionate demand for me to be waves of caressing rye underneath your pleasureful autumn sky but whatever comes with cold winter's bend for your smile only, everything I'll fend
your eyes like a dream i've seen from afar undressing me from many times before in my sleep its your touch i'm feeling in my mind you have always been creeping
Monday, June 22, 2009
what is to be said of old times, and sad lines, and missing kisses dressed up in tequila limes?
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