Keramptha
06-12-2005, 09:02 PM
things change Sunday, June 12, 2005
I thought once, i don't trust you, you're going to tear me up and throw me to the lions.
And wheres my home? you keep moving the door.
I woke up once, and saw my living dream. tried to define which way was up and which was down.
But then you spoke right out through me across inside and all over the place.
echoes rang outside, and trembled from within. before i'd even said it you replied. You were there.
walking with me. and i thought, what a friend, my friend, you're so beautiful man.
And you'd heard that because you turned and smiled, some teeth shone out and showed me the feeling i already had inside.
And i kept walking, thinking, this is killing me. i can feel the way its killing me.
So what, it happens, and i died, again and again. Still more, another bit went.
Another sound croaked out of my body, while another pain grew and developed in those muscles trying to accomodate for the movement,
Not stopping. I found so many things today, so many pathways and walks and then again,
Vanity makes me write these things down. that cant be said. that i didnt make. but want to be responisble for. though i know, i need love, forgiveness and healing.
I need, faith, no more wanting, and breathing. to be real. to be anything.
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this is kind of a poem..does it mean anything to you????
I thought once, i don't trust you, you're going to tear me up and throw me to the lions.
And wheres my home? you keep moving the door.
I woke up once, and saw my living dream. tried to define which way was up and which was down.
But then you spoke right out through me across inside and all over the place.
echoes rang outside, and trembled from within. before i'd even said it you replied. You were there.
walking with me. and i thought, what a friend, my friend, you're so beautiful man.
And you'd heard that because you turned and smiled, some teeth shone out and showed me the feeling i already had inside.
And i kept walking, thinking, this is killing me. i can feel the way its killing me.
So what, it happens, and i died, again and again. Still more, another bit went.
Another sound croaked out of my body, while another pain grew and developed in those muscles trying to accomodate for the movement,
Not stopping. I found so many things today, so many pathways and walks and then again,
Vanity makes me write these things down. that cant be said. that i didnt make. but want to be responisble for. though i know, i need love, forgiveness and healing.
I need, faith, no more wanting, and breathing. to be real. to be anything.
*****************
this is kind of a poem..does it mean anything to you????