I'm dancin through the night
My shoes slap down
without a sound
I'm dancin through the night.
I'm smilin through the rain
My face is washed
and starts to splosh
I'm smilin through the rain.
I'm singin through the sun
my voice is hoarse
but it's the source
I'm singin through the sun.
I'm wishin through the sky
My life feels nice
takes out a slice
I'm wishin through the sky.
I'm jumpin through the muck
My limbs are free
with eyes that see
I'm jumpin through the muck.
I'm yellin through the dark
My head is clear
sweet thoughts are near
I'm yellin through the dark.
I'm movin through my sleep
My hands rest soft
up on the loft
I'm movin through my sleep.
I'm thinkin through the twilight
My mind spins
cranks like a tin
I'm thinkin through the twilight.
I'm hopin through the light
My prayers, they stick
like a tiny wick
I'm hopin through the light.
I'm breathin through the steam
My mouth is open
speakin words unspoken
I'm breathin through the steam.
I'm laughin through the day
My heart stands still
with all my will
I'm laughin through the day.
I'm runnin through my life
My toes grow antsy
and strike me fancy
I'm runnin through my life.
I'm whisperin through the sunset
My belly tingles
and starts to mingle
I'm whisperin through the sunset.
I'm dancin through the night
My feet start tappin
and keep on slappin
I'm dancin through the night.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Relief
Relief
is like a cannon
that's already been shot.
It is like a baby's cry
that has never gone off.
Relief is like a bomb
waiting to explode.
It's like a a pen almost out of ink
memories untold.
Relief is like a drug
nonexistent
like an unexpected hug.
It is like a present
waiting to be open.
Relief is like a thought
that never is spoken.
Relief is like the sun
powerful and warm
its value at a million
projects that are done.
Relief calls to me now
its soft paws
caressing my jaw.
Relief is hard to tell
inside, it lays
as hell around it sways.
It's like a song
belted from the sky.
How do you know?
if you never asked why?
Relief is like a charity
handing out money
with no long conspiracy.
It's like a china doll
moments from breaking
like a dog who sleeps
never waking.
Relief is always there
right after the fear
shoots through rhyme
and reason
like a grouchy, humble bear.
It's like a taste
in the mouth
that you can't describe.
Arms flail, fingers jolt
but no matter what
you cannot hide.
Relief is the opposite of
Failure.
It is the positive light of
Forever.
Relief is the ties that bound
Together.
Relief holds your hand
after your city is destroyed.
It wipes away your tears
when you feel the worst inside.
Relief is the coffin
after the bullets.
The ring
after the break-up.
The crash
after the sugar high.
The barf
after the roller-coaster.
It splashes upon
everything in sight.
Good or Bad.
No one can decide.
Relief is what follows
when the world
grows hollow.
It is time,
it is fate.
No one sits,
no one waits.
But me.
For Relief to sweep me up
and take my sore, tired
soul away.
is like a cannon
that's already been shot.
It is like a baby's cry
that has never gone off.
Relief is like a bomb
waiting to explode.
It's like a a pen almost out of ink
memories untold.
Relief is like a drug
nonexistent
like an unexpected hug.
It is like a present
waiting to be open.
Relief is like a thought
that never is spoken.
Relief is like the sun
powerful and warm
its value at a million
projects that are done.
Relief calls to me now
its soft paws
caressing my jaw.
Relief is hard to tell
inside, it lays
as hell around it sways.
It's like a song
belted from the sky.
How do you know?
if you never asked why?
Relief is like a charity
handing out money
with no long conspiracy.
It's like a china doll
moments from breaking
like a dog who sleeps
never waking.
Relief is always there
right after the fear
shoots through rhyme
and reason
like a grouchy, humble bear.
It's like a taste
in the mouth
that you can't describe.
Arms flail, fingers jolt
but no matter what
you cannot hide.
Relief is the opposite of
Failure.
It is the positive light of
Forever.
Relief is the ties that bound
Together.
Relief holds your hand
after your city is destroyed.
It wipes away your tears
when you feel the worst inside.
Relief is the coffin
after the bullets.
The ring
after the break-up.
The crash
after the sugar high.
The barf
after the roller-coaster.
It splashes upon
everything in sight.
Good or Bad.
No one can decide.
Relief is what follows
when the world
grows hollow.
It is time,
it is fate.
No one sits,
no one waits.
But me.
For Relief to sweep me up
and take my sore, tired
soul away.
Capture the Wild
The born, the hurt, the mistrust
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
Animal pelts
shine in the heat.
Beady black eyes
are nobody's treat.
The crispness of the tattered lines
barley shoot through
starched tongue in brines.
Starved in one place,
my fellow goat's erased.
Into a stuffed
antelope,
deer, moose, and squirrell,
a world
of horror.
As my eagle friend
once seen, majestic,
in the sky.
Now dead and stuffed,
it's reality a lie.
To once was grand
may never cease.
To fellow birds
are now deceased.
The born, the hurt, the mistrust
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
Now everything falls
upon the room.
Shiny floors
sweep up the gloom.
Boxed in glass
animals alone
stopped to admire
the place called "home".
Museum is closed,
the deadbeat gone
no creature's soul
could ever go wrong.
Lights shut off,
moon just glares.
At the poor mongoose,
deer, gazelle, and the bears.
The born, the hurt, the mistrust
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
Animal pelts
shine in the heat.
Beady black eyes
are nobody's treat.
The crispness of the tattered lines
barley shoot through
starched tongue in brines.
Starved in one place,
my fellow goat's erased.
Into a stuffed
antelope,
deer, moose, and squirrell,
a world
of horror.
As my eagle friend
once seen, majestic,
in the sky.
Now dead and stuffed,
it's reality a lie.
To once was grand
may never cease.
To fellow birds
are now deceased.
The born, the hurt, the mistrust
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
Now everything falls
upon the room.
Shiny floors
sweep up the gloom.
Boxed in glass
animals alone
stopped to admire
the place called "home".
Museum is closed,
the deadbeat gone
no creature's soul
could ever go wrong.
Lights shut off,
moon just glares.
At the poor mongoose,
deer, gazelle, and the bears.
The born, the hurt, the mistrust
equals
to the bone, the horns, the bust.
Simple Love
beauty
peaceful
joy
fragile
vibrations
lifelessness
damp
comfort
breath of relief
looking in the water to see who she really is.
Feeling the cooling of the peaceful water
to find the beauty of herself.
loving
caring
kindness
the taste of difference
look at the world in a different view.
love medicine
pleasure
soothing waters
breath of light
power.
peaceful
joy
fragile
vibrations
lifelessness
damp
comfort
breath of relief
looking in the water to see who she really is.
Feeling the cooling of the peaceful water
to find the beauty of herself.
loving
caring
kindness
the taste of difference
look at the world in a different view.
love medicine
pleasure
soothing waters
breath of light
power.
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