midnightSol.
10-13-2004, 12:42 AM
you are, to me, like jazz -
pure, unadulterated
smoke
puff
puff
and fly away like musical notes on a rainy day,
like beats beating, marching, marching off to drown those blue blues into gray grays -
maybe the skyll turn blue someday,
but as for now, ill stay blue and smoky gray
dust
storm.
play with me in the rain to melt those blue blues and wipe the dust off your cruddy, muddy eyes
so the skyll stay awake
and so ull stay-
you are a lifetime of night and a nighttime of light,
you are my nightlite i cover myself in to ward off the night.
and you are night.
bleak, black night,
with its every note tooting and teetering between thought
breaking
syncopated
monotony
monotony
mono-
-tony
-spot the sky and ill spot your tunes-
I cant help but to stare at those sweet, swaying hips-
you're the dreams I look forward to see in pitch black,
ditched and cracked-
you are lost and im still not found.
maybe
ill find your face
blank
in an empty space or pool of
drip
drip
rain washing down pouring - im a total waste
even GOD would SHOUT in disgrace
in a pre-apocalyptic rage and rage and rage on
the nights dying, the lights gone.
and in one prayer,
in one sigh -
one more shot, barkeep .
let me drown myself in
-dust
smoke
huff,
puff -
blow me away.
so, maybe, ill find your face, stark, sucking in a stream of smoke.
and maybe ill find GOD, just god -
G to y’all
-what up G ?
and maybe ill fly away like jazz in the face of a syncopated life
and
and maybe
just maybe...
I’ll find you.
comments, suggestions, etc. appreciated.
criticisms, etc. good too
death threats, viruses, pseudo-psycho babble and related shit to make u feel liek the man :cool: dont even think about it. ive already beat u 2 the punch. sucka
pure, unadulterated
smoke
puff
puff
and fly away like musical notes on a rainy day,
like beats beating, marching, marching off to drown those blue blues into gray grays -
maybe the skyll turn blue someday,
but as for now, ill stay blue and smoky gray
dust
storm.
play with me in the rain to melt those blue blues and wipe the dust off your cruddy, muddy eyes
so the skyll stay awake
and so ull stay-
you are a lifetime of night and a nighttime of light,
you are my nightlite i cover myself in to ward off the night.
and you are night.
bleak, black night,
with its every note tooting and teetering between thought
breaking
syncopated
monotony
monotony
mono-
-tony
-spot the sky and ill spot your tunes-
I cant help but to stare at those sweet, swaying hips-
you're the dreams I look forward to see in pitch black,
ditched and cracked-
you are lost and im still not found.
maybe
ill find your face
blank
in an empty space or pool of
drip
drip
rain washing down pouring - im a total waste
even GOD would SHOUT in disgrace
in a pre-apocalyptic rage and rage and rage on
the nights dying, the lights gone.
and in one prayer,
in one sigh -
one more shot, barkeep .
let me drown myself in
-dust
smoke
huff,
puff -
blow me away.
so, maybe, ill find your face, stark, sucking in a stream of smoke.
and maybe ill find GOD, just god -
G to y’all
-what up G ?
and maybe ill fly away like jazz in the face of a syncopated life
and
and maybe
just maybe...
I’ll find you.
comments, suggestions, etc. appreciated.
criticisms, etc. good too
death threats, viruses, pseudo-psycho babble and related shit to make u feel liek the man :cool: dont even think about it. ive already beat u 2 the punch. sucka