Call To ArmsThreaten me – Your voice is war and I am on my last defense. I’m standing with my toes right against the edge. I have missiles for my arms and could kill you with a touch; Gentle [you would think it] And my eyes are sharpened daggers. Pierce me with the sword that shouts all your intentions. You make this life about a battle but I am armed to kill… or perhaps protect? You make your deadly moves, blasting down my walls. But my heart is a cannon and I am ready to fire.Call To Arms
Break down: Can you hear the cr
Blue EyesIt was so obvious. Icy, cold. Filled with greed to freeze me and hate to shatter. But ice is slippery, and I fell. Momentarily blinded by the blizzard, I let myself believe they could be warm.Blue Eyes
They were so insistent. Oceans, seas. Pulling me into the rapid waves and leaving me to drown. Arms bound, I couldn’t swim. Painfully touched by the tsunami, I let myself believe they could be kind.
I am now un-trusting. Dull, black. A night sky to show I’m damaged and stars for hope. Expressionless and bleak, I
The WandererI am a wanderer; A journeyman I have years of wisdom in this beard Any story imaginable has a home, resting comfortably in my beard Like the day I met Simon; Oh, simple Simon I tossed him a dirty penny from my traveler’s trousers, which were faded from the blazing sun, and he bought a pie and he went to the fare But all is not fair; nor is everything kind I have years of sorrow trapped in my beard Oh, how my heart does ache for one particular spider Itsy bitsy, indeed Grasping with all eight legs, she tried to climb up But never have I witnessed her reach the tThe Wanderer
Your Ocean. Your Sky.You know you’re not at fault so you open your cloud powdered wings and swim into the ocean blue sky It is hard to see the ground from the starlit morning sea Starting off with good intentions and you close your green-without-envy eyes so you can see the sunset coloured ocean Calmly, you drift through the turquoise sea atmosphere Directionless journeys still have a path that follow; unaware of where it will take you Somehow it seems we all end up on the same winding road The words pour from your lips like rain but you stYour Ocean. Your Sky.
Oct 8, 2008
Bliss
find a GINGER kid with a paper cut.
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