Blatant... no deep thinking needed ;)
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When first you learn to yearn
And when you first divert the turns
And you forget to stir alert
One million tries but none for sure.
And when you wax so sturn and curt
Then I well chance to snatch your shirt
Atop the pain that never hurts
Between the lines our eyes will flirt.
Affections sunk so far below
With every itch but none can show
When morning enters stage with snow
I'll hide my face inside your clothes.
Beyond your aura glowing so
As not to grow from down below
Where seeds are planted sewn in bone
Where your fake smiles stand alone.
Imagine once inside a chance
To hear your feet across these steps
Along your rhythm I cant dance
While here you watch me so askance.
If solidly you took a stance
And lain me on the ground so frantically
Your fist so plumply lands
Across my jaw your knuckles plant.
I'll take a hint from down within
The bruise that rests upon my chin
It's not the wound that makes me cringe
But everything that's ever been.
And every mock along the fringe
Your every move made ever since
Reduced my eyes to vacant slits
The healing process now begins.
And when you first divert the turns
And you forget to stir alert
One million tries but none for sure.
And when you wax so sturn and curt
Then I well chance to snatch your shirt
Atop the pain that never hurts
Between the lines our eyes will flirt.
Affections sunk so far below
With every itch but none can show
When morning enters stage with snow
I'll hide my face inside your clothes.
Beyond your aura glowing so
As not to grow from down below
Where seeds are planted sewn in bone
Where your fake smiles stand alone.
Imagine once inside a chance
To hear your feet across these steps
Along your rhythm I cant dance
While here you watch me so askance.
If solidly you took a stance
And lain me on the ground so frantically
Your fist so plumply lands
Across my jaw your knuckles plant.
I'll take a hint from down within
The bruise that rests upon my chin
It's not the wound that makes me cringe
But everything that's ever been.
And every mock along the fringe
Your every move made ever since
Reduced my eyes to vacant slits
The healing process now begins.
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
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But I dunno if it's a sequel really, as much as it's just the "brother poem" of the last one... kinda like people sometimes say Ghost and Cropduster are brother songs.
Anyway, here goes:
Another scene plays out
As just another turn-about
While here I shout across the water
All the things I just cant do without
The frozen dinners twist inside
And repetition fries my mind
The hundredth time I'm still suprised
A clue derived
From both your blue-green sparkling eyes
I dont have time
The breadth and width are miles to climb
I'm shameless standing open wide
And falling far behind
My eyes are shut, your profile turns me blind
When heaven, sun, and earth diverge
Let moon, so full and bright emerge
When buildings fall
Be, then, assured
The sleeping giants come awake and then begin to stir
Sudden as a gaping gasp
So finite just as nothing lasts
The clashing demi-gods re-hash
A cliquing wisdom here
Ascending from the buried heaps of recent past
Imagine one day both your eyes and thoughts
Might run across these lines
These seas of faith in pushing tide
The thoughts of crashing, ebbing, flowing
Slides across my stolid eyes.
i can't...
"the hundredth time i'm still surprised.."
inspiring.
This is not optomistic by any means...
i like...
you say blatant
and it is
kinda like pushit, or whatever...
heal on cd
thank you