Thursday, September 1, 2011


Sometimes the sound

of your voice can still

bring me back to you..

I tuck your words safely

away in my heart, not

to go there again....

Your song can easily

take me back to that

ice covered wonderland

of regret and fear and

all the ways I’d do it over

again, now maybe different.

I’d tell you of my love and

not let you get away, I’d

love you till the end of time

and you’d love me back...

You’d dedicate a song to me

and we’d sit on that old

porch swing, intertwined

no beginning, no end.

I’d read you poetry, while

you lay your head on my

legs, forever meant something

different back then. Maybe

there is no forever, only the

here and now and you and me.

Ending each others sentences

with the random words of love

and complication.


WarmSunshine said...

so heartfelt! <3

L said...


Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD, the sub/dude said...

High, girl!
While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta gobba poetry, too).

Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):

“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.

Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.