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Emily Windes Poem
"Consider the work of God,
For who can straighten what He hath made crooked?"
-Ecclesiastes 7:13
We are closer now as enemies than we ever were as friends.
What is this thing between us, silent cold and cruel?
simply strangers.
Two parts of a certain conversation between strangers.
In fact, there are many strangers.
A thousand million parts of this conversation,
This rebellion.
You are requesting entrance into an impersonal though intricately connected coalition of
leaders...
Wild.
and Lonely
The world is a solid white block of marble created for your hands to alter,
and requiring of your own terrible signature.
In the attempt to foil your arrogant endeavors, I have fallen foolishly in love with you.
This is the idea, the emotion.
The lust for immortality.
A dream I lived for a life I dreamed.
Get back, beautiful enemy of mine. You've come too close.
Copyright © Emily Windes | Year Posted 2010
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Emily Windes Poem
It's a long way down and a long way back up.
It's a long, hard road, you're much to quick to act grown up.
We've got money from the drugs we sold,
and you and I are not too old,
To cry
or laugh.
Or just run... run away.
Insane or just alive, maybe somewhere in between.
We've got to feel it to survive, we've got to find out what it means.
Come play the piano. Come, we'll write a song.
I've been wild like a lion, but never near as strong.
So hold me up,
then let me all.
You can have me now,
take me all.
But with the kiss of light on the horizon,
From a darkness you kept your eyes on,
But couldn't see into.
I'll float away.
I'll take your hand and drift away.
You thought you had me bottled up for all infinity,
But it's the other way around. I'm not in the universe...
The Universe Is In Me
And this money keeps us free.
It's a long way down and a long way back up.
High and can't come back. Too far, too grown up.
Copyright © Emily Windes | Year Posted 2010
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