Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Roanna - 4 to make up for all the long waiting :)

The need







To be not like the others




You are a picture in amber scented reality




Cloaked in green I see the letters poring


Tons of them,

Those I never even saw

Those that do not even exist

I feel this humanness grabbing me

Time watches

Calling out every now and then

I am going

As I live this dream




And I thrive on it

The lie




Forgive my human instinct

Or rather this want, to be human

To give up a certain touch,

A feel




Closing in

I am, alone amidst this crowd,







Close your eyes

Savour the last bit of the cake

Not soap


Smell , taste , feel it,




It, makes you live.

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Untitled




I rant, rave, look at myself,

Laugh

At these words

Emotions

I see in the distance

Standing amidst it

In the heat, sweltering, throbbing; heat

Emotion

You reach with a crescendo

Then

Slide down the silver spoon: life.

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Outside/inside




Like the moth on the ceiling

Looking down at me

No thought




The want to be it




shadows

Telling you this reality




Your dreams

opening your eyes




to the truth you don’t dare see




the hypocrisy

you ignore







it’s a laugh




this predicament







“forgive and forget” they say




But one doesn’t dare

To shatter the mirror

Of this dream




You can’t take away this wild love from the dreams you





paint.

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Ha.




I laugh at this predicament

At the irony







The hope







It’s there one moment

Gone the next




They want it one moment




They don’t the next










Scared the very next.

1 comment:

dayglocrazie said...

what you believe
to be truth-
elusive and uncertain that it is

is a part of your dream.

your dream feeds you
what it wants you
to believe,
what you want to believe.

your dream is you:

and you keep yourself
from opening your eyes
to what you consider
the truth.

You can’t take away
this wild love
from the dreams you paint

because

this wild love/
the dreams/
the painting/

are all part
of your dream;

are all a part
of you.