anywhere but here -------------------------------------------
in some sort of velvet apocalypse
i could imagine you and i
tied to some broken tracks
somewhere in the northern regions,
the sick of sleep
around our unbrushable eyes,
waiting for the train
that will never come
to split us into
spring, summer, fall & winter
and we only ever seem
to catch a glint
or a hint or two of the fact
that perfection can best be described
as the moment
when two eccentrically charged bodies
collide in passion
and still make it through the day
yet there are still those amongst us
that would trail away the dead
in useless husks of self defeat
waiting for the time
when nothing in paticular is going to happen
and blindly faithful
that life is bound to go somewhere
or at least anywhere but here
never gripping the present
as if it were the only now to enjoy
reflecting gods so tragic their flaw. as poetry speaks it is not for all years and like all actors we give birth to cruel injustices. bring to light the foibles of our fellows. it is not always our face we see in the mirror each day.
never change on petty words. evolve. abstract is easy. but you are an impressionist.
Wow, I love this. I think I understand what you mean at the end and I wish people would embrace life too. This would probably benefit from a little revising but other than that this is a beautiful write.
Keep on writing!