Oblivion

Do you ever get the feeling You’re really not alive Merely privy to oblivion Conscious of nothing’s why I can swallow this world of blue Taste springtime on my tongue But darkness will seer my eyes Bitter tears of a callous sun I sleep only to wake again Platitudes passed to pedestrian friends Holidays are no different than today Another 24 hours of oblivion Did yesterday really exist Matted winter of autumn’s naked bliss Tragedy and triumph are but a year Memories buried and seasons revered Tomorrow will come and go Nighttime cracked by tepid lights Summer lusts to speak again Welcome to oblivion

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/1/2010 8:57:00 AM

why yes, I do, at times when things are "harmonious" when I am healthy, when the world about me in seen in a natural calm bliss of a state, sunlight flowers, animals, sounds of birds, whisper of wind in the high branches of the trees and there is just me...serenity boarders on hmmm obilion? Light & Love (too much alone time for us I think.)