(no subject)
Living love is hard to come by
Washing cars on the weekend to find
Cash to see you
The long bus ride to the better end of a
Now dormant city… longing in every bum
The bus hit the moments I saw you
Wondering where you went that ghost
That ideal I held for so long
Can I miss you? Am I aloud
To stay with love to the think
Of the past as the present to live
Via emotions and motions
To count the seasons away from
You and the hours staring at the
Numbers that make up your voice
It’s fun I’m writing a poem to you
Again…
I said I was over and done with
Deceit
Lost
Yet, that shameful angels bow
Kissed my checks and I can’t
Stand to clean my mouth of it’s taste
Wonder, hoping if a second try can
Come…but I’ve had to many chances
And to many times I’ve failed to get
Your attention
So I stand here…shameful and alone
Grabbing at the clouds cause they saw
What I had---hoping for a second
Chance incarnate---
Maybe its in him that comfort
In those florid looks and comfortable
Smile an angels laughs
And the heart that I’m looking to
Unlock.
So I ride this bus no more
I’ve found some release of you
My eyes no longer dart to the numbers
Of your voice or search out you face
In a crowd---I’m finished with you
With cupid-- with the Law of Man
I’ve come to the crossroads, the mangled
Grass of life the cobbled road of suffering
I’ve cut the grass with desire and paved
The road with hope
I’ve reached my heart and I hope to unlock yours.
Washing cars on the weekend to find
Cash to see you
The long bus ride to the better end of a
Now dormant city… longing in every bum
The bus hit the moments I saw you
Wondering where you went that ghost
That ideal I held for so long
Can I miss you? Am I aloud
To stay with love to the think
Of the past as the present to live
Via emotions and motions
To count the seasons away from
You and the hours staring at the
Numbers that make up your voice
It’s fun I’m writing a poem to you
Again…
I said I was over and done with
Deceit
Lost
Yet, that shameful angels bow
Kissed my checks and I can’t
Stand to clean my mouth of it’s taste
Wonder, hoping if a second try can
Come…but I’ve had to many chances
And to many times I’ve failed to get
Your attention
So I stand here…shameful and alone
Grabbing at the clouds cause they saw
What I had---hoping for a second
Chance incarnate---
Maybe its in him that comfort
In those florid looks and comfortable
Smile an angels laughs
And the heart that I’m looking to
Unlock.
So I ride this bus no more
I’ve found some release of you
My eyes no longer dart to the numbers
Of your voice or search out you face
In a crowd---I’m finished with you
With cupid-- with the Law of Man
I’ve come to the crossroads, the mangled
Grass of life the cobbled road of suffering
I’ve cut the grass with desire and paved
The road with hope
I’ve reached my heart and I hope to unlock yours.