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When stare until your two eyes dry Billowing winds the nightmares That trouble your day to its sunny core Unstoppable sun ah what your dreams ignore Unshakable dreams. I cannot sober up From the drunkenness of my thoughts And practise all I envy with gleans Who will practise me in my cold eternity? What small promises mean the world Into the new rooms who can say that I can share? What bed may we marry and what blood will stain My old shorts when you are into that shadowy hour By my mirror I watch the ink of age underline My own simple soul of this single being Promises that heaven made a space for me begin To seem diminishing into an uncompromising purgatory Let me stay in here in emptiness and cool seasons With dry leaves and sleeping trees Sleep in the painted gutters of old tales Keep the old head cool let the new mane flow In these breezes of freezing pleasures Assume all will go the way your future was told |
You have some very nice lines in here. "Unshakable dreams. I cannot sober up From the drunkenness of my thoughts" and "Let me stay in here in emptiness and cool seasons With dry leaves and sleeping trees " being my favourite but the whole work comes across disjointed. Somewhere around the middle of the piece I got lost and started to wonder what I was reading. I think this has great potential but I'm sorry, in my opinion it doesn't live up to it yet. Thanks for sharing LCL | Posted on 2012-10-19 00:00:00 | by Localfreak | [ Reply to This ] | |