silent passings
quiet understandings
running
out
of words
loud stares
short calls
minutes
questioned
and moments
left behind
if walls
could talk
they would
tell us their stories
and
they will
with those
that lived them
that kissed them
that bled them
that paid for them
and you
will it
kill
you?
so many decision
i see the tension
i hear
too many of those
wanting
to feel the life
without living it
everything
so
quick
so
foggy
so
industrial
yet so alive
so un-programed
so creative
so organic
and beautiful
and tall
and strong
think
not of it
as your doom
think
not of it
as your destiny
think of it
merely as
your
blank
canvas
and
make
your
art
paint the pictures
dance the routines
act the scenes
sculpt the statues
sing the songs
and bring light
shine to
believe
and if you
show it
a fraction
of the love that
you've
shown
me
then it will
be the finest
of it's wine
and when
its finished
let us enjoy it
or let them have it
so we
may run
away
and watch
blue eyes
for you
glow
"I remember every detail
of the day we met"
-s&c bowman
i love you
every time
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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