perching sparrow bird
migrator bird in winter
calm dark blue grosbeak
He was a work of art
I knew he was crazy from the start
I knew it may be a little hard
To deal with someone with a broken heart
I put his name in the blue of my polish nails
I don’t want him to tell me fairy tales
I let it written with my red lipstick
While I take it off real quick
Cause there is something else I wanna put on my lips and lick
Really all the drama makes me sick
I just want someone who knows to make me click
I can’t get hurt in theory
But you may catch me get teary
Lonely and hating what her friend has become.
Seems like no more friendship to believe in,
Art the only place to breathe in.
Meeting new people who are considered geeks and freaks,
Hanging with them all week.
Near the end, her "geeky" friend shows her Jesus,
And she is saved.
Finally, out of her lonely cave.
She faced troubles before, but thankfully
Being friends with that "geek" meant so much more.
And still
It was not all over,
As if you wanted to listen
To the dying echoes
Of my leafless urge
Snaking through the
Valley of my just widowed heart.
While the shape of dead tolls
In the blue evening
Till the last purple flame
Of lust for life-
Dies away, leaving
Heaps of ashes
On the bald foreheads
Of the darkest hours-
In the nuptial bed
Of my crystal heart.
Eternity is unflinching
and on the day of his last entry
the day he died
in a small room
dark blue,
he had no thoughts of coming days.
young man,
you did your time
in a prison,
did your time in the grip of malignant delusions,
no escape from the voices in your head.
May your ashes of shame
your final expression,
rest in peace for ever and ever.
loving with my heart only to be told i am not the one
loving with my soul
loving with my all
why even love at all
seeing you do not love me
the good times you remember no more
thrown away into the dark blue sea
the times we shared and you said you treasured
through thick and thin and bad weather
we weathered the storm together
now it is as you do not know me
also throw me into the dark blue sea
Six
Six dark suits
Six dark suits carry anguish.
Five
Five long years
Five long years forever lost.
Four
Four gray walls
Four gray walls hold, suffocate.
Three
Three more days
Three more days until release.
Two
Two blue eyes
Two blue eyes haunt my thoughts, dreams.
One
One person
One person responsible.
I will find you.
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
holds a dazed light in her trembling, gentle hand open wide...
shouldn't a peaceful summer's night be lit by silver stars?
How would she reach the rings of Mars?
Like Venus dressed in white silk,
she waits for her Adonis to make her weak
with his beautiful, ripped physique...
would then that heavenly vision be unique?
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
feeds her fantasy by peaking into the effulgent light,
for now she seems so peaceful and glad...
later, she'll worry as it'll become evanescent as night.
Lustrous moon shed some light on her path 'till morning comes,
can she dream with open eyes and still be realistic?
More is achieved when one loves as she truly does...
unlikely others who are anxious to be loved and become love-sick.
Beginning the day with a shovel and broom
Construction clean-up around five this morning
Overnight precipitation causes fog to loom
Darker clouds are quickly forming
Construction clean-up around five this morning
The beginning of a twelve hour day
Darker clouds are quickly forming
The skies gone from blue to dark grey
The beginning of a twelve hour day
Enough trash to span for miles
The skies gone from blue to dark gray
There's enough work to last a while
Enough trash to span for miles
Overnight precipitation causes fog to loom
There's enough work to last a while
Beginning the day with a shovel and broom
My Moondust said to me….
At the waters’ edge
Of a stream, running free
Beware the Dark Blue World
You are not ready
I fixed her with a quizzical eye
She smiled softly
Faeries have always known
Of things beyond
For now…
My love
Let it lie
The Dark Blue World
Knows of you
You know not of futures made
Past
Here and now
Of paths, laid
The path to travel
Is not yet made for you
Only with me
Can you be guided safely
Soon
Under an Autumn moon
We can see
Everything in the Dark Blue World
what it means to me
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