Bee keeper, Secret keeper,
the busy lips, the hot hazy days
Bare all my inner thoughts
Lost in the bustle and the fuzz
You talk and talk and talk
And I would speak,
Instead I hum -
To your beat
and your buzz.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
2:11am - from Dust.
my - dust - wanders - scatters - sinks -
upon your shoulders - you breathe me in
each - speck - of me dances - in - your lungs
Bliss is in these cavities -
But with one breath you breathe -- me out
cast as one body - one heart - one soul
But not whole -- no -- not yet whole.
upon your shoulders - you breathe me in
each - speck - of me dances - in - your lungs
Bliss is in these cavities -
But with one breath you breathe -- me out
cast as one body - one heart - one soul
But not whole -- no -- not yet whole.
Friday, May 13, 2011
11:30pm
There is a little light in me
Which flickers in the rain
And thins in heavy blowing wind
And shies by the loud clap
And yet the light survives in rain
The fire burns with might
Whether it be force of nature
Or Human spite or hate
It will not yield -- It will not yield
And while buried in Dark
This tiny little flickering
Will burn unending bright --
Which flickers in the rain
And thins in heavy blowing wind
And shies by the loud clap
And yet the light survives in rain
The fire burns with might
Whether it be force of nature
Or Human spite or hate
It will not yield -- It will not yield
And while buried in Dark
This tiny little flickering
Will burn unending bright --
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