Why don’t geckos sink into the sand
Disappearing into the promised land?
What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up?
The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup.
I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy
So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high
He was exactly right, my uncle, with his goofy laugh
Now I am researching the gopher and the giraffe
I have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let the words freely fly,
write with passion, touch the sky.
Write with red, the color of love,
write for the angels from above.
Close your eyes, imagine things,
let your thoughts grow special wings.
You have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let your soul sink in!
Lest sink in
Darkness!
Grind my smiles
Which, remained
Hidden in your letters and
Trapping in poems
Make it a soup
Flavoring in clamminess dawn,
Roses shame, and
April breeze, that restless
In spikes
Lest sink in,
Darkness!
Present it to you
Moons, light up your night's lip
And become lighted
An evil word casually dangling
A lie for a lie that more and more dashed the expectations
When belief and rely are questioned
When the wait became so tiring
When honesty is faint from the circulations of hope
When a release is a lawful way to step
What happened to the quietness of stage?
What happened to the boisterous voice which echoed in every corner of this head?
What had happened?
What was it?
What are you or am I looking for??
The reflection of an empty soul ...
A lost from the sheath of privacy...
A quest which ended in absence ...
And the absence will be the theme of this story ...
It took me a lot of time for reality to sink in
Written By Dean Masciarelli
September 4, 2010 (12:04am)
It took me a lot of time for reality to sink in
to
understand why I’ve been hurting like I am
And it has been difficult dealing with my feelings
more or less trying to understand my emotions
after losing someone that I thought was my twin flame
But in the end maybe I was the foolish one to think
that I had actually found the soul mate of my dreams
Yet I seem to ask myself the same questions all the time
Was it a mistake to allow myself to fall in love
with someone
that was already scarred and broken beyond return
Personally I never thought that I had made the wrong decision
But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t
heal them
because they had to do that on there own
But at least I can say that I loved them with every
ounce of my being
from beginning to end because that is just how I am
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