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Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 2, 2009 by ravenstooth

LAUGH:

I could fall into your eyes and stay just for one day.

Fly high with the sun in my mind altered infusion.

You could laugh again and forget the reasons for your sour sight.

If you could laugh again, unprompted. Unworried.

I could fall into your dreams and fly toward your sun altered infusion.

Dance like a butterfly and be seen as a flutter, windless and catatonic.

Lit on the candle’s end as the torch brightens even the darkest tears.

Her breath became a signal that midnight and dead end decisions are listless and pale.

To the confusion hordes from the dillusions inside the traffic blurred vision.

Remember the cool winds on the oceans front.

The salty hedge grove, the days were spent digging toes in the sand.

Listening to the air and smelling time pass with the pure energy.

Letting our minds go without fear of losing our true essence of life.

Like leave falling in autumn or listening to the morning. Forgetting.

Let it go and laugh again unprompted.

You‘ve earned it.

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Fraekazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2009 by ravenstooth

LOST IN INFINITIES GAZE:

Extending further than eyes can fathom.

Like the nectar that bees live to gather.

A tear from a smile beginning to unravel.

The feeling that seems so small stretches into infinity.

A charter driving into the desert land.

You could count all the dust and sand.

The crimson reflects into your eyes.

As the night’s stars are mesmerized.

Our notion from birth to death

Allures from our consciousness.

The questions we carry throughout the journey.

Still lay there unanswered in our infinite guess.

We’ll finally understand when we’re lying on the gurney.

Lost in infinities gaze

A passage with a blinding daze.

No time to turn the page.

Until we come of age.

What we think we are, and what are actions show.

Are two of a different realization.

We may have a desire to rain, but instead we snow.

Our result seems to mock a weak presentation.

Lost in infinities gaze…

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2009 by ravenstooth

PLANET MOON:

Once the world has ceased to move.

And the moon becomes a distant and ancient friend.

We’ll be singing about it’s pleasures.

When there was a distant shore.

Your tide flow nourished.

Only sought by your magnetic ambition.

We ritualized on the monthly shaman.

Your hair glowed with a torture so full.

Moon has risen all in awe.

On every night that the clouds are invisible.