(not) a dream
i saw the steps ahead
and lowered down my heels
the spirit is speeding it's way
to the emergence, see
how i came upon the broken down
the weak, the false hearts
was this...
the grass snaked and shuffled
the wind carried my feet
to them and back
words scattered like dust
on a flat panel
and before my eyes a crowd,
of the all too familiar,
spread their minds along
the waves of air
did they speak?
had i been spoken to?
where the colors just black and red?
trust is fire here
so i briskly walk the banks
searching 'scapes
for all my shadows
though all i hear is laughing
i climb, again
the stairs to my home
the walls of my head
wherein lies my heart
where all the mistakes i made
were chalkboard white
and while the next few steps
feel like walking backwards
i smile
and remember where i'm at
the stretched out road
with an end
of unending possibilities
but it's hard to get excited
when you know it's just a dream
Posted by cainnum at 9:27 PM
4 Comments
This poem is good, too. What has sparked this sudden burst of poetic fervor? Shouldn't you be channeling this creativity into my song? :)
hey take it easy. a song about a woman as great as yourself takes time. as for the poetry buffet, i guess i've just been inspired. i suppose i'll stop when someone tells me i suck.
at least someone is reading this.
I read it every day. Well I should say that I go to it every day, but I only read it if there's something new to read. I feel the same way, because it seems like no one is doing blogs these days.
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