Sunspots On My Fingertips
Wrap your memories tight with ribbons of light as you take that inevitable enviable trip away from here. The roads will shrink and your vision will grow dim the longer you travel without a home. You'll grow superstitious indeed and will take to picking at the breast of dead sparrows that you keep hidden in a ditch. At nights, drunken and hobbling away from the shadows of a false shangri-la, up to her doorstep, with whatever you can offer from your pockets. What you find: half a gum wrapper, a bobby pin, a napkin begging for forgiveness, coffee-stained spare change, and advertisements for self-help meetings.
When you reach the days of grey hairs and unfaltering wisdom, always content just watching the river flow, would you look back to find regrets strewn across the horizon, a red hand smearing across your windshield? Or perhaps by that time, you've come to terms with a Maker? Surrendered up the old shoes that once made you swift and now you've realized.....you were one of the lucky ones who didn't perish in the flood. Yet...how much good could you honestly say you've brought to this world? Was it worth more than your weight in gold? You've convinced yourself that this world, however wicked and pitiable, was somehow worth saving....yes,still!
Lazy-bones creaking on cold tiles. Dust clogged lungs and covered with bed sores. Desperately painting landscapes on the wall. You've achieved something,son, you've a beauty mark upon your soul! You're blessed. Heaven sent,and celebrated arrivals with flowers...Choked by petals, feigned delivery, the indegestion signals the never distant end approaching. When will the sceaming insue? When does madness take the oppurtunity to crawl through the door, tail between it's legs? It hasn't arrived yet, but every second it inches closer. I wouldn't know how to deal with being awake...I'm still too young to write a meaningful eulogy filled with happy memories that blanket everything underneath that i could never bring myself to say. It happened long ago and it brought me to a certain realization of the fluidity of time and how it doesn't help to remember the dates any longer.
As I'm sure the wind grows cold and the leaves are changing colors up north where I recently grew old and tired. A long winter, to be sure, and once I escaped I promised and agreed that I would never grow so old again. Many gifts would I receive in the sun, many lessons I would learn, and many smiles to be imprinted on her speckled skin before any weakness shined through,decayed at the roots. No longer a famine of spirit. It was time to relearn all the old tricks, all the ways of ragged health. Glory and the midnight chimes directing you to the streets where you feel alright, alright? Yes, and he said the " saints are coming through", and I smirk in a mild affirmation. I will run easy through graveyards any day now. Neon gaslights guiding me through the caverns of never-ending sound. A Word accompanying us through mystic visions, took the poison from my lips. Splitting atoms between the silk covering us. What is this silence pooling in your eyes, green water? I'm left starstruck and I'm seeing things floating down in waves of sunlight.....I'm reaching out of my bounds and I can almost touch it, and your name is always on the tip of my tongue.
When you reach the days of grey hairs and unfaltering wisdom, always content just watching the river flow, would you look back to find regrets strewn across the horizon, a red hand smearing across your windshield? Or perhaps by that time, you've come to terms with a Maker? Surrendered up the old shoes that once made you swift and now you've realized.....you were one of the lucky ones who didn't perish in the flood. Yet...how much good could you honestly say you've brought to this world? Was it worth more than your weight in gold? You've convinced yourself that this world, however wicked and pitiable, was somehow worth saving....yes,still!
Lazy-bones creaking on cold tiles. Dust clogged lungs and covered with bed sores. Desperately painting landscapes on the wall. You've achieved something,son, you've a beauty mark upon your soul! You're blessed. Heaven sent,and celebrated arrivals with flowers...Choked by petals, feigned delivery, the indegestion signals the never distant end approaching. When will the sceaming insue? When does madness take the oppurtunity to crawl through the door, tail between it's legs? It hasn't arrived yet, but every second it inches closer. I wouldn't know how to deal with being awake...I'm still too young to write a meaningful eulogy filled with happy memories that blanket everything underneath that i could never bring myself to say. It happened long ago and it brought me to a certain realization of the fluidity of time and how it doesn't help to remember the dates any longer.
As I'm sure the wind grows cold and the leaves are changing colors up north where I recently grew old and tired. A long winter, to be sure, and once I escaped I promised and agreed that I would never grow so old again. Many gifts would I receive in the sun, many lessons I would learn, and many smiles to be imprinted on her speckled skin before any weakness shined through,decayed at the roots. No longer a famine of spirit. It was time to relearn all the old tricks, all the ways of ragged health. Glory and the midnight chimes directing you to the streets where you feel alright, alright? Yes, and he said the " saints are coming through", and I smirk in a mild affirmation. I will run easy through graveyards any day now. Neon gaslights guiding me through the caverns of never-ending sound. A Word accompanying us through mystic visions, took the poison from my lips. Splitting atoms between the silk covering us. What is this silence pooling in your eyes, green water? I'm left starstruck and I'm seeing things floating down in waves of sunlight.....I'm reaching out of my bounds and I can almost touch it, and your name is always on the tip of my tongue.