No titleSometimes, between words When you stop and sink into the sun Moments that pass seem like birds Wailing Into the night sky And then they burn and make stars With yellow icingNo title
They remind me of frozen finger tips While waiting for the train And thinking About sinking in the sun Watching birds play along And then it all melts into a song
BirdA feather On a branch From a bird On a ranch Flying into Blanche’s hair And now there’s feathersBird
Everywhere
EverytimeSometimesEverytime
I see words And breathe in fears
But I can't breathe you in
And then You tell me you would hold me
close and you wouldn't need anything else
Then I breathe in
and I loose you to somebody else
Someone with a different scent
RecompleteSixteen acres of green gardens Filled with roses, willows and wild strawberries Grand white house surrounded by cherry trees Chamomile tea waits on the stove The steam forms shapes then disappears fast An old lady with grey hair Sitting by the kitchen window Staring out, Thinking, Noticing the sparrows playing in the sun Listening to the sweet song of bulbulsRecomplete
Reminding her of a new life being born Of her wedding day Of the time when she first touched snow
bright eyessilence seems to melt the bones but dust was blown away off secret chambers in our souls where once we were astraybright eyes
from forth such darkened doorways come a light that shines within and ever blessed we shall be with solace of solid friends
a rise and swell so deep within a star across the sky where never one saw stars before perplexed against the night
take care
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finish
we are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
charles bukowski
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xo!
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xo!
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