channel island
saw it burned from a distance
we roasted a few marshmallows
you pulled out your supply of chocolate
we fell asleep
under the little dipper
floatin’
Author: SamT.Gutierrez
My name is Sam and I love art.
I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
never the fifth cloud
it was a few minutes away
just within’ shouting range
call me; call me
use the voice
find me on sixth cloud from the mountain
and call me;
your song brings me my soul down
into your arms
where i belong
re:1159
it is hard- to not be excited about tomorrow
every second closer to the next
is another closer to you
fear never in the rear
yet, it needs to be just for me
to set a bomb at 1159
will end tomorrow
before the alarm sets
the last tick
tomorrow ends with a crick
in a mellow field
alone.
channeling you;
sitting here
a hand way from you
the light against your inviting smile
listening to the deep thought path about your latest project and that bitch Andrea
i know you are kidding
i find the light in your eyes and stare;
and never look away
purity in the eyes of spirits
chase like the wind runs after its mother
without thought the words find their life;
the words sleep and find their way
pure and it’s a dream
never lay with ambition;
turns the dream into a nightmare
loses the nature and the beauty
the spirits that made these word
will hold them captive
the spirits made these words
and they’ll take them back
poison ivy
stay; stay and grab a hammer
it’ll call for long nights but we have
a foundation with strong roots
i can see:
a garden in the back
an office for you
a type writer by the window;
you said you hate the ivy look
but it fits our older soul
and will grow older
if you choose to stay
one spell – two bell
the way we tell it, i found you-
really, you found me;
a wanderer,
and you;
never let me stray,
your eyes found me
deep into my arms
shut off all my alarms
while smiling
file two smile and i’ve been yours
walking that extra mile-
you found me walking nowhere in circles
a dream and two cents
and now its three and a mission
a magician with a spell
and with your permission
i’ll make this the last one
ring the one bell
beloved rise
standing
on the edge and i explode-
your hands on my burning chest
finding every inch of me
at the tip of your buds
opened up like a flood
your beating heart on mine
sleeping with a rake in my hair
and your shoulders are the handle
icy legs
never questioned the answer
from worried lips
shaking like winter is here
the long night is upon us;
you lied-
i know you did but you pretend like i don’t
and like tomorrow will wash it away
scrub and scrub
i can still feel your words biting at my skin
never questioned your answer because it was the truth
in that moment; in that moment
your truth was words found burried underground
and you sold them to me for half off-
lies lie lies
spin your web
i’ll wait here, to see how far you’ll go
act four scene two
it is the same act over and over
and i play the fool
a fiddle and a dress
i dance and dance
serving bread and wine
invisible to the eye
a fool by trait
lost by war;
and i play the fool
not the prince or a knight
we enter first and leave last
steadfast punchline
and laughs that shake the family line
blood never pours from my belly
just from my eyes
watching everything go up in flames
faster then i can pour the wine
and even though i play the fool
i can be brave at times
without a penny to my name
i found love
if money buys you love
then love is not enough
Saint's Muse 