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
Tag: Connection
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.
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
walking miracle
i watched you
walk away
and walk back
patter around in circles
chasing your tail
digging a hole
burying a bone;
i watched you
give life to a dead body
rising from ashes
a part that was long gone
a part that had given up-
i watched you preform a miracle,
not a spell or a wish
effort and a gift,
service light
force fed-
stuck around to hear your service
blinking light came on
oil check, but was fed your lies
you’ll need to stick around and remove your eyes
change your ears and optional but would reccomend
a heart pump change
for somethng out of your shop;
a discount you swear
this pump will be different you swear
limping from your shop
everything disconnected
and the service light is off
reruns on the plane;
i fell for you
actually
still falling no bottom in sight
i am falling for you
a marathon that gets better and better
a show that is renewed every year
it gets better and better no filler
i record every episode
i like to watch them on my free time
or when i’m not free
and you’ll take me captive
i’ll wake up in my own bed
and i’ll put on reruns
waiting on the floor; deleting the quit
i wouldn’t let this go
i wouldn’t let this die
i’m not your average guy
i’m not going to dig an empty grave and wait
i’ll show you everyday
i’ll show you that i’m that fucking guy
every day
every moment
waiting for our next dance
waiting for our favorite song
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