This is a feeling
I thought was lost forever.
Although many "Christians"
seem fake and much like cookie cutter.
I know, I KNOW the bible is true.
I need some one with a brain to talk to.
To discuss things with.
God, send me someone.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Werewolf Bound by the ocean
Holding Your Arm, Hands Clenched Tight
Looking to the stars we begin to take flight.
Across the Universe we roam.
Our surreal life has found the perfect home.
Trust between the beats of our hearts
Lets avoid death,
become Inseparable to start.
Sizzling foam on top of the sea,
is the song assuring the pieces fit snugly.
A man on the street
sings songs to his love.
She lives miles away
from his local train station.
The wind carries her voice from coast to coast.
As it reaches his lonely ears,
tears fall onto the strings of his vintage guitar.
Together they wander the pathways of their city.
Hoping to find the eyes that search for theirs.
What a painful love.
Looking to the stars we begin to take flight.
Across the Universe we roam.
Our surreal life has found the perfect home.
Trust between the beats of our hearts
Lets avoid death,
become Inseparable to start.
Sizzling foam on top of the sea,
is the song assuring the pieces fit snugly.
A man on the street
sings songs to his love.
She lives miles away
from his local train station.
The wind carries her voice from coast to coast.
As it reaches his lonely ears,
tears fall onto the strings of his vintage guitar.
Together they wander the pathways of their city.
Hoping to find the eyes that search for theirs.
What a painful love.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thoughts and dreams of Arizona
replaying my dreams of a stoney werewolf riding a train all the way to his eccentric mermaid
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Train Whistle
My limbs when weak,
Like the morning when we met.
I think my heart,
Started to beat again.
Hes back in my arms,
Trying hard,
Barely keeping composure.
Like the morning when we met.
I think my heart,
Started to beat again.
Hes back in my arms,
Trying hard,
Barely keeping composure.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Giants
Repulsive and cute
Those things we did
Touching the sweat from under our arms
Then smelling the stench off our fingers
Those things we did
Touching the sweat from under our arms
Then smelling the stench off our fingers
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
What? Gretchen?
Eloquently you lay out a simple set of words
Thoughtfully we analyze
Its become a stale taste
I familiar scenario
Repeated dream
Whats keeping me from turning away?
What is different?
Strutting down the corridor
Avoiding pointless banter
Heading B-line straight to you
Why must you whisper things
Which I cannot respond with
Anything other than a smile
Cut the wire
Fall Down the stairs
Getting into
A plot line with
The Stakes so high
Raise your Hand
Wink your eye
Step out the door
We have exploded
Thoughtfully we analyze
Its become a stale taste
I familiar scenario
Repeated dream
Whats keeping me from turning away?
What is different?
Strutting down the corridor
Avoiding pointless banter
Heading B-line straight to you
Why must you whisper things
Which I cannot respond with
Anything other than a smile
Cut the wire
Fall Down the stairs
Getting into
A plot line with
The Stakes so high
Raise your Hand
Wink your eye
Step out the door
We have exploded
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