A part of the misdirection
Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:16 pm
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do you ever think of all the things
that happen in life
that never happen to you
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like the romances
always a part of the misdirection
the distinctions we make
between what we want to hold onto
what we choose to let go
and leave to wander in the
what ifs
that memory allows to haunt
the footsteps you have left
the ones that time has erased
and the others time has not mastered
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my own ideas
whatever they are
worn out by continued use
abuse
misuse
the once tardy way i approached sleep
the once unpleasant way i chose to keep
everything wrapped up inside indecision
where i place my head
left my heart
moved ahead of the crowd
eyes down
blind to the direction i move in
bumping into things feeling the bruises
later looking at the discoloured skin
knowing like everything else that marks us
that it will fade
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i have always wanted
to draw your face
inside these words
the lines that follow
the shape of your nose
your full lips that always seem
to have a smile on them
the wavy goldness of your hair
i long to be able to shape the swirls
and twist the chaos
of all that beauty
into the limited space of my talent
my ability to look at you
and see heaven
yesterday the colour of words
shaped me
today it is the colour of your eyes
tomorrow it might be other things
but i dream for it to be
the smell of your skin
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there is my basic instinct
because i am a man
that slivers through me
while i watch you
or dream of others
that i have forgotten
the almost nothing of the touch
that has marked me
that i have not yet felt
of real love
of true love
love that
forgives
16 July 2010
do you ever think of all the things
that happen in life
that never happen to you
___1530___
like the romances
always a part of the misdirection
the distinctions we make
between what we want to hold onto
what we choose to let go
and leave to wander in the
what ifs
that memory allows to haunt
the footsteps you have left
the ones that time has erased
and the others time has not mastered
___1540___
my own ideas
whatever they are
worn out by continued use
abuse
misuse
the once tardy way i approached sleep
the once unpleasant way i chose to keep
everything wrapped up inside indecision
where i place my head
left my heart
moved ahead of the crowd
eyes down
blind to the direction i move in
bumping into things feeling the bruises
later looking at the discoloured skin
knowing like everything else that marks us
that it will fade
___1547___
i have always wanted
to draw your face
inside these words
the lines that follow
the shape of your nose
your full lips that always seem
to have a smile on them
the wavy goldness of your hair
i long to be able to shape the swirls
and twist the chaos
of all that beauty
into the limited space of my talent
my ability to look at you
and see heaven
yesterday the colour of words
shaped me
today it is the colour of your eyes
tomorrow it might be other things
but i dream for it to be
the smell of your skin
___1555___
there is my basic instinct
because i am a man
that slivers through me
while i watch you
or dream of others
that i have forgotten
the almost nothing of the touch
that has marked me
that i have not yet felt
of real love
of true love
love that
forgives
16 July 2010