I won't see you soon;
Until the autumn leaves fall,
I shall close my eyes.
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I won't see you soon;
Until the autumn leaves fall,
I shall close my eyes.
Nice
I shall close my eyes
And remember days long gone.
Sweet innocent dreams
That's nice too.
Sweet innocent dreams
Of summer and youth and play
School friends remember.
School friends remember
All the shy, silly, strange things
Grown up friends don't know.
Grown up friends don't know
That half-bent, hurting laughter,
Or paper football.
Or paper football
In the cafeteria
Or, what, a food fight?
Or, what, a food fight?
No. Spare tires, crinkly skin,
Beer, and good ol' days.
Beer and good ol' days
And stopping at a diner at
Two in the morning.
awaken in the midst of night,
my forgotten laundry,or am I traveling
to the stars
Two in the morning.
Too late to be yesterday
Not quite tomorrow
Not quite tomorrow
She replies to my pleading
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
Will they never call me back
For that interview?!
For that interview?!
I want it to be over
No longer exist
No longer exist
A hidden away hermit
Amongst one's best books.
Amongst one's best books.
Many quiet days have passed
Wishing for the past
Wishing for the past
To return with sunlit hours
And ice-cream music.
And ice-cream music,
And cheese rhyme; and chestnut song,
Food as perfect art.
Food as perfect art,
King's delicate pleasure in
Spun sugar gardens.
Spun sugar gardens
Sweet petals feed glad children
Free from all worry.
Free from all worry
I sit in my caged heaven
Am I really free?
Am I really free?
Caught in a web spun of lies.
Rusted prison door
rusted prison door
i pluck my worn hide and my
amnestic heart fumbles
Amnestic heart fumbles
I search for the correct map
Lost my way again.
Lost my way again
can barely put one foot in
front of the other
Front of the other
How do I even know that
Maybe up is down
Maybe up is down;
In which case, the footprints on,
The ceiling make sense.
(Sorry, that's a nasty line to follow.)
The ceiling makes sense,
It's pattern of almost words
And cloudlike reason.
Lovely as always Riesa. But even you had to add a sneaky 's'. I feared as much.
And cloudlike reason,
Forms animal shapes and ships;
Such is it's nature.
hmm? whatever do you mean? What's a sneaky 's'?
Such is it's nature,
Feline grace, blue eyed intent
To pounce until tamed.
My last line - "The ceiling make sense."
Your first line - "The ceiling makes sense,"
To pounce until tamed,
By life and experience;
But still wild at heart.
OH, strange how I didn't notice. you win.
But still wild at heart,
Stirred by blue-notes and hope strewn
Immersion in all.
Immersion in all
Like a penetrating sea,
Life springs from the bones.
Life springs from the bones.
Death hides amongst the fallen.
Dreams are born in you.
This is #1. I wrote it so I could post #2.
Dreams are born in you.
Through your processors emerge.
This is computing!
This is computing.
Convenience marred by popups.
****ing SpyFalcon!
Yeah. Try that!
****ing SpyFalcon!
Perches high, waiting, watching..
Looking for the kill.
Looking for the kill
Seeing it walking in the sand
Get ready to fly
Get ready to fly
Over golden flowered hills
Into purple mists.
Into purple mists
Surrounding the closed castle
Where the princess waits
Where the princess waits
Despite the major fight and flight
She still hums a tune
(I am not very good at Haikus)