Monday, August 5, 2013

set me aside you...

tell me how the sun inside you sets
i woke today and 
blinked in disbelief, 
every bit of the world above took my lopsided thoughts, shook them up and made me look at, my worry....one that was because of humble vision...Im so small here, in this space...
the master came with a burning sun and stoic, dark moon........my stare became much more than blank notes....far from flat...the ring seems deep and rhymes reap the stairs we walk...
i was told with command, shook hands, silenced by the trees which swayed atop my feeble toes ... head, chest and foot...completing my still motion

believe that i woke up today and stepped across your landscape....
i laughed around for a rhythm and found your name
few words.....sentences were barely as  much....every  sign comes from my looking for someone who can turn their head and carry on, 
float along........tomorrow...and today...........im staring into you.......

the time.......the words.....the sign..........death seems to be there in the inbetweens...between the making of us which fell apart...

but we catch up when the sun says hello...........looking at you kid.....i love what i forget to include............

rescue me...

rescue me....i long for a life taller and along...setting suns where, as they blink, they marry moons
eclipse something like tomorrow, talk tall, listen to tales tell, create fairy tales and open mystery in me too soon...the wrong way and dark path of which I watch
casts the world before, a bit of me.... 
signatures word themselves with such harmony.........blood walks...blood ties us together..this reminder of yesterday....tomorrow, stings.....today, oh yes, her blood sings......bleeding for all you live for.....

the page...

the page, 
a pulse, a blot of worry, just that, today...talking a bad, hurried rhythm to bed
worrying with my hands air bound as they turn to the big wanting sky ... a book, catalog my blood-lorn soul..partnered with your look...far and away from me...
so many readers...words too much for staring eyes...volume is voice for the chapter not meant for me
i wont read your words when the one page, crisp and harmful....bluffs me along
sins and pain fill my tongue but remain my song.....
this voice told the world and i fell for it all...leaves believe my words...I thought today rose  and shared a color of sorts
our name...tomorrow i feel your feet....i bow my head i guess....looking down...

somewhere i loved you....now im left along my words....touching but left for dead....im that
to you...a mark...historic blemish.........spirit, flush, a flight...sometimes i worked for you and was real....today...im nothing