some cant help but keep
those they love
furthest from them
but there is a beach
in this world where
a boy cries alone
wishing for a her, sometime
they were and reminisces
like a bomb far off, memory
begets sadness like the bible
begets begets, like breath
begets life begets love
begets heartbreak
on a beach, tim, your heart
is an open joybringing believer
and you are its only victim
so shine, then be smiling
there in the world which
cuts us into shapes we
no longer recognize, sunlight
the whole of you littered
with foolish awarenesses
shed past shadows like old
bread given to birds on
a pier, be woken by your wounds
bonds, be catching the next
train to another language to
hope to get it right
your life is a book i'd love
to read, your song: a ballad
i wish i could sing, this mess
of us: our strobelight lives:
acid to the honorable mind
of our creator!
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2 comments:
sometimes the world keeps those we love furthest from us...and we and the world have so much in common...yes. but that wasn't really the point now was it? :)
sounds like a mindfuck of a night. i miss you. brilliant
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