Post by dyna on May 24, 2004 9:57:27 GMT -5
I was told this was kinda dark...so I posted it here.
ramblings of the mind[/u]
I don't know where to start,
this mind of mine just won't part
with these ideas of and thoughts of
that have you and I in postions of
so bear with me a moment...a spell
I won't explain...you already know
how you make me feel, I cannot tell.
What I have for you, it's not for show...
what you feel for me, it does flow.
Wanderings of a spirit raised
and the sign of the mockingbird aloft on wing,
tells a story of hopes and praise
and globe mallow blooms orange in the spring
while life expands and does it's thing.
The night hunter calls into the dark
unseen into the moon, blacker than black.
A wish is made, never to part
as life leads us on from front to back
and sideways we fall, picking up the slack.
A life is taken, seen yet unseen
for the feast is upon us,
quiet and hollow, nary a scream
as life continues onward, just
as if it wasn't there, to bust
open the doors and shatter the blinds
strangers enter and take what they sin.
The coyotes howl inside the lines
while raping feels untouched skin
nothing returned but torn within
the body in time flies by in the well
to fill the wonder of the mind
and let love finally swell
into a heart...a soul in kind
and bless this life...past maligned.
Defeat the downtrodden sorrows of past
and uplift the spirit...bring it whole,
while drifting days and shiftful nights last
longer than long until we extol,
bringing loves everlasting flow
into how we feel...into a futures wish
of a dream made real as then becomes now
a want never to extinguish
only to encourage the way to how
we can become more than just a vow.
Dyna
05/21/04
1220pm
ramblings of the mind[/u]
I don't know where to start,
this mind of mine just won't part
with these ideas of and thoughts of
that have you and I in postions of
so bear with me a moment...a spell
I won't explain...you already know
how you make me feel, I cannot tell.
What I have for you, it's not for show...
what you feel for me, it does flow.
Wanderings of a spirit raised
and the sign of the mockingbird aloft on wing,
tells a story of hopes and praise
and globe mallow blooms orange in the spring
while life expands and does it's thing.
The night hunter calls into the dark
unseen into the moon, blacker than black.
A wish is made, never to part
as life leads us on from front to back
and sideways we fall, picking up the slack.
A life is taken, seen yet unseen
for the feast is upon us,
quiet and hollow, nary a scream
as life continues onward, just
as if it wasn't there, to bust
open the doors and shatter the blinds
strangers enter and take what they sin.
The coyotes howl inside the lines
while raping feels untouched skin
nothing returned but torn within
the body in time flies by in the well
to fill the wonder of the mind
and let love finally swell
into a heart...a soul in kind
and bless this life...past maligned.
Defeat the downtrodden sorrows of past
and uplift the spirit...bring it whole,
while drifting days and shiftful nights last
longer than long until we extol,
bringing loves everlasting flow
into how we feel...into a futures wish
of a dream made real as then becomes now
a want never to extinguish
only to encourage the way to how
we can become more than just a vow.
Dyna
05/21/04
1220pm