Mood: Sigh...What is it? Is it perhaps that in my long hiatus my expectations have grown so that every little idea that comes to me seems silly and inadequate? Have I become so critical that I can't even see my own writing as anything but immature and unworthy? Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Perhaps it is that the need which drove me to write has become something more, that I crave tangibility and action, and words just don't suffice anymore. The vague longing which gave birth to so many verses has found a place, a specificity.....and now I want SOMETHING.........Created 2009-07-16 16:00:43
On days when I cannot follow
Any conventional train of thought
I can only by called a fugitive
My prison was once
A hall that you walk down everyday
And my sentence
Was to be what I ought to
Forever
And my escape
Was an honest word whispered
When I pulled you close
The way I wished you would
And ran without waiting for a reply
To some place that doesn’t have a name
To fall willingly victim
To a conspiracy of daisies
Where I only know the little things –
The way that roots can look like fingers
The way your smile lingers
Over the waving tips of grass
The tuneless sighing of a tree
And the million tiny deaths of ants
...Created 2009-04-03 16:27:29
I don't know why
but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try
something I've never had
Never had no kissin'
Oh, what I've been missin'
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
The night is cold and I'm so all alone
I'd give my soul just to call you my own
Got a moon above me
But no one to love me
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
I've heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you'll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ears
Hugging and a-kissing
Oh, what we've been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
I've heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you'll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ears
A-hugging and a-kissing
Oh, what we've been missing
Lover man, where can you be?...Created 2009-02-15 04:20:25
Mood: Too much at once...with the best of intentions I closed my eyes
I meant to write
with the best of courage I set out
to beat these cold halls
If I could speak to you only
Impressions turn in on themselves
to know something is to lose it
nothing is what I thought it would be
everything is what I knew it would be
and I am no closer to knowing you
than the day I first saw the gentleness in your hands
my lips cannot move
but you make my fingers pound the board
and hold down the strings
in the pattern of all the things I cannot say...Created 2009-02-07 06:28:14
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