|
be random what is now when is then where is email who i am how it is why it is leave a note? share me, share you make me smile thank you other journals (of course I should be sleeping) (what's life got to do with it?) about me (too much to know at once) friend? (tic tic tic, toc) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
drugged as spring comes around I still remember a hazy shade of winter that brought so much joy, so much pain, so much life, so much death, so much to remember, so much to forget... and the sunshine of my life went down way back in '73... and the promise of forever somehow was broken for me... and the last heart beating could not explain what it could see... and the river ran dry before it reached destiny... crumbs came out of the side of the bag and fed the the starving masses... rays of light followed as if the bag was filled with a thousands suns... rainbows then poured out of the top of the bag and the whole world sang...
the sights are like fantasies and dreams everything is fireworks on the retina rivers of blood are bright scarlet streams changing colors right before your eyes reality is too easy to disguise and who cares who does what to whom as long as there's even smoke in the room shoot me up with some more of that morphene want everything to morph into a dream pass around the needles, fuck the big A we're all gonna die anyway and it's one, two, three... whatever. sitting around in my underwear with the lights off, scratching myself and wondering... when was the last time I showered... when was the last time I ate... when was the last time I... rolling around in the mud in the nude under the stars... shaping the mud into the bodies of my favorite stars... falling and banging my head and seeing stars... and rainbows in puddles... when will a savior come, when will an answer come, when will I come... come again, what does it mean, was it all a dream?... strawberry fields turned brown today is today forever?
previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |