a barebulbed light.
Harsh and revealing,
or shadowed in depth.
The shadow may last
longer than the feeeling.
Observe
|
a barebulbed light.
Harsh and revealing,
or shadowed in depth.
The shadow may last
longer than the feeeling.
Closet Space
|
In the closet of my heart,
I've got this broken toy.
He's not a wind up doll,
or a little wooden boy.
They scoffed at him on shelves
Said "he's worthless, look, he's broke!"
So he sat there, collecting dust,
Feeling existance was a joke.
One day I started scanning shelves
To find myself a friend,
And from the back I saw these eyes,
Their questions had no end.
Amoungst his black, they were bright
A sad and sharpened green,
Flecked with gold, rimmed iris dark
The deepest I'd ever seen.
I can't see what they think is wrong
So I take him home with me
I want to tell him everything
Give him something he can see.
He's broken, this toy of mine,
But I think he can be fixed.
I dig inside my closet heart,
but my toolbox is sadly mixed.
There's no one wrench to turn his head,
no screws to hold him tight.
But I love this gorgeous broken toy,
And I will treat him right.
He won't be sitting on the ledge,
watching people shoot him down,
In my arms and close to heart
Is where my broken toy is found.
I've got this broken toy.
He's not a wind up doll,
or a little wooden boy.
They scoffed at him on shelves
Said "he's worthless, look, he's broke!"
So he sat there, collecting dust,
Feeling existance was a joke.
One day I started scanning shelves
To find myself a friend,
And from the back I saw these eyes,
Their questions had no end.
Amoungst his black, they were bright
A sad and sharpened green,
Flecked with gold, rimmed iris dark
The deepest I'd ever seen.
I can't see what they think is wrong
So I take him home with me
I want to tell him everything
Give him something he can see.
He's broken, this toy of mine,
But I think he can be fixed.
I dig inside my closet heart,
but my toolbox is sadly mixed.
There's no one wrench to turn his head,
no screws to hold him tight.
But I love this gorgeous broken toy,
And I will treat him right.
He won't be sitting on the ledge,
watching people shoot him down,
In my arms and close to heart
Is where my broken toy is found.
Sweet Green Eyes
|
You're starkly contrasting the sheets where you lay
Oh my, brown eyes cry,
Hoping your heartbeat at my fingers won't fade.
Oh my sweet green eyes,
For such a long time I've needed today
Oh my, a brown eyed sigh
They'll show you the words that I wouldn't say.
I've spent tonight in your arms, under the light.
A full moon sky, where clouds are too high.
When a bittersweet chill holds us close,
will you forgive me, I'm not one to boast.
But for tonight, in all of it's time, you'll be mine.
Full lips meet on an orange night, the roof
top sky lights illuminating for proof
Where arousal delt out, your body comes in,
Tender embraces in our natural skin.
Oh my, sweet green eyes,
You're starkly contrasting the sheets where you lay
Oh my, brown eyes cry,
Hoping your heartbeat at my fingers won't fade.
Oh my sweet green eyes,
For such a long time I've needed today
Oh my, a brown eyed sigh
They'll show you the words that I wouldn't say.
On Risman Plaza Part II
|
Play on cobblestones round a fountain
watch water fall at constant speed
but now in the end of warm liquid sun
that penetrates everywhere on me.
girl, take pictures
and hipsters with their sunglasses
usurp my position
watch water fall at constant speed
but now in the end of warm liquid sun
that penetrates everywhere on me.
girl, take pictures
and hipsters with their sunglasses
usurp my position
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