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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
This life, it breathes sometimes
And this heart, it bleeds sometimes. And poetry, sometimes it doesn't happen enough even though it happens all the time.
I want to witness your soul bare on its back below me
As I hover and writhe uncontrollably
You will know the wrath of me as they all do
Broken and battered as I am like a severed head medusa
And I dare you to know where that line came from
But I promise it's not mine
Hello, she said, into the phone line
Remember when poetry was pure as I do
Remember the Brooklyn rooftops and basement gravity bongs
Remember applesauce cups as ashtrays
Remember longing for 2001 as I do
Remember it all and remember it well as I do
I once stood on the cusp of my youth on the corner of Memory Lane as you did
With the warm blood of a teenager going somewhere fast
Now trying to remember how I got to the here and now
Hear this -
I still want to love as many as I can
But I hope that all it takes is one
To take me there
Free write my life so I can right all the wrongs in it
You hold the key and always have, always did, always will
Always
I want to witness your soul bare on its back below me
As I hover and writhe uncontrollably
You will know the wrath of me as they all do
Broken and battered as I am like a severed head medusa
And I dare you to know where that line came from
But I promise it's not mine
Hello, she said, into the phone line
Remember when poetry was pure as I do
Remember the Brooklyn rooftops and basement gravity bongs
Remember applesauce cups as ashtrays
Remember longing for 2001 as I do
Remember it all and remember it well as I do
I once stood on the cusp of my youth on the corner of Memory Lane as you did
With the warm blood of a teenager going somewhere fast
Now trying to remember how I got to the here and now
Hear this -
I still want to love as many as I can
But I hope that all it takes is one
To take me there
Free write my life so I can right all the wrongs in it
You hold the key and always have, always did, always will
Always
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I haven't had much to say lately
I'm sort of just watching the summer unfold before my eyes. No real developments, no real excitement, just watching, waiting, hoping. For what? Something that will shake up my life in a positive way, that will stir me at my core. A reason to tango, a spring in my step because it's summer.
I don't have a summer love; there's no man of my dreams waking me in bed, no one to make coffee with in the morning, no reason to want to make coffee in the morning. And still I hope find that ray of sunshine peeking through my window every morning when I wake. And still I hope for another reason to dance on the weekend. To continue to believe in love and fate and G-d and thank Him daily for His creations. I look for a reason to say, "Damn, I love this city." It doesn't always come. But still I have hope that every day will bring me closer to flowers.
I don't have a summer love; there's no man of my dreams waking me in bed, no one to make coffee with in the morning, no reason to want to make coffee in the morning. And still I hope find that ray of sunshine peeking through my window every morning when I wake. And still I hope for another reason to dance on the weekend. To continue to believe in love and fate and G-d and thank Him daily for His creations. I look for a reason to say, "Damn, I love this city." It doesn't always come. But still I have hope that every day will bring me closer to flowers.
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