the blood red petals are scattered all over the floor
mixed in with the wrong notes, the wrong words at the wrong time,
the scent of death on the memories of autumn,
the hint of failure laced throughout,
and all the golden victories.
a life unfinished.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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Mornin'
I had a dream. Just before dawn I was cruising down the highway west. away from all this mess. The mountains ahead of me, deep blue in the ...
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I'm practicing scales Gotta train these fingers Make these strings sing The song of my heart The one I haven't written yet But I kno...
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the longing of my soul is to bloom into beauty before you let my heart spill its treasure let my blood fill the petals in the warmth of your...
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look, you need to sing and dance, ok and dress like this and say "amen" and "hallelujah" and read your bible *every day*...
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