rm_lyinghere 39M
158 posts
1/8/2006 1:37 pm

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3/16/2007 5:05 am



under the pillow
under handed
your lacking racer's heat
is eating up our light
and dismantling our sun
where we cancel our fears
to match our needful freedom
where there is no plam
holding us up any longer

tired of cupping underchin
to distract your attentives
back on me
in song works
all my weary nights
keep finding at my empty core
the hollow hearted future
thats wrought
with my bidden plams
that show spires in the glass

rubbing matchlings at twilight
our senses know the other worlds
you can see the ugly faces
that all mark the coming days
with their hungry breath
and drooling jaws
thats blurring up our semblance
and rending down our seems

but you're apart
in mirrors like your memory
where it seeths
in the thunderland
thats fading from our tones
lengthy are our shadows here
as we stand on watch
and know all dirt & dust
as familar as a friend
are aching to hold us
in our freshly ready resting places
underneath our waiting feet

© Bryan McLean, Jan 10 2006,
excerpt from Dark Transmutations

rm_FreeLove999 46F
16127 posts
1/9/2006 1:10 pm

once again, i find you resonate with me -- i love that line:

"tired of cupping underchin
to distract your attentives
back on me"


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