My vision is become
blurry
What was once clear
Principles and love
Have taken a turn away from me
Fading
into the distance
Like a runaway animal
Where have you gone to, my old friend?
This land you've left me in has turned strange
I worry that you won't say the same of yours
Just pick up the phone every once and a while
I'll pick up the pieces
If I know I'll see something new
What is it with flowers?
They come only in extemes
Extreme
hardship
Extreme
love
Extreme
desparation
Is it just flowers and I?
Or is this the idea
The idea behind giving someone something stolen
Like a hostage in the night
As you both die of thirst?
5.27.2008
4.02.2008
Ro Sham Beaux
Untaped silent mouth
I can’t believe I never noticed
The shaded corner lily
Usually the first and last I water
A small collection
Separated by a timely garage sale
How very sad
Let me try to clear the air
The best intentions of mankind
Always launched from a solid, solid ground of selfishness
The sailor sacrifices his life
To bring fancy hotels the catch of the day
But the waves distance him
From secrets, sunken like anchors
So nearby though!
I cannot believe I never noticed
Few golden objects
Under my paper wing and scissored sight
I’m just plain stoned
One got away and it’s coincidence, I know
Ro Sham Beaux
Well, times have changed
Solid ground I do not have nor want
I will take my friend to the circus
We will ride the sinking ferris wheel
We will stomp the divets of the fair ground
And we will be children
In a world where adults cry for attention
I can’t believe I never noticed
The shaded corner lily
Usually the first and last I water
A small collection
Separated by a timely garage sale
How very sad
Let me try to clear the air
The best intentions of mankind
Always launched from a solid, solid ground of selfishness
The sailor sacrifices his life
To bring fancy hotels the catch of the day
But the waves distance him
From secrets, sunken like anchors
So nearby though!
I cannot believe I never noticed
Few golden objects
Under my paper wing and scissored sight
I’m just plain stoned
One got away and it’s coincidence, I know
Ro Sham Beaux
Well, times have changed
Solid ground I do not have nor want
I will take my friend to the circus
We will ride the sinking ferris wheel
We will stomp the divets of the fair ground
And we will be children
In a world where adults cry for attention
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