to whom it may concern,
i hate doing this.
"why have you abandoned me"
the stars sang for You night last
as Smirnoff and Orion watched me stumble back
in to the archway through which all light must pass.
darker...darker! DARKER YET!
)in my absolution i forget.(
i must take this in certain pre-ordained doses.
lest i mind our
Love)?(
shares fate with the roses
that CARElessLY SwaYed at Kursk....
until Boot-Stomp, The Destroyer.
)on, tomorrow(
my minds now race with questions
my egos can't allow:
"what IS, that makes Your heart beat so?"
"why do You breathe, and how!"
"but...You aRe gone from me...",
i admit to Your photograph at last.
"why do You not Love me?!?!?"
SHHHHHHHHHH!
"it is best left un-asked!"
"I'm still in Love with you" mocks the silver gun: Your voice.
and so i place it to my ear; feeding on the noise.
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"you're beautiful in grey"
taking long drives
in hopes that we can someday find
a better life
when miles fade and my intrigues turn into
my reality.
when summer nights mean candle light
and those lights don't mean anything.
but we can't sleep at night alone...
together.
and we can hate these roads
but it won't make it better.
when all we want is just some sympathy.
"finding phones, and dropping lines"
always seems to summarize what we've come to be...
and maybe all that we need
is just a little closure...
a sign it's over..
a rose is only a rose until it's petals fall away...
hope-filled nights of youthful energy
are nothing more than memories..
so we need a little closure
a reminder not to suture
wounds that teach a lesson.
(we've gone from)
hopefulness to "over"
(and i guess in all reality)
a rose is only a rose until it's petals fall away.
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i'm an empty ballroom with litter on my floor.
and sillohettes of lovers running for my doors.
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if you ever want some new music may i suggest Bright Eyes' "Fevers and Mirrors", mewithoutYou's "a-b Life", and Jeff Buckley's "Grace".
oh, and my yet to be titled (yet to be made) CD
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"Vincent's Song"
the tree of Life is beautiful and old,
surrounded by daisies and marigolds.
could you smell the air in spring?
the Rain, with the life it brings,
refreshing your tired face.
you never left that place.
but the breeze it must grow cold,
and the Summer must bend and fold
and give way to fall.
you won’t be alone for long
the leaves will meet you on the ground,
and as you are covered we will sing you this song.
you were always listening so well,
it’s no wonder you could hear the bell
calling you home.
no, you never were alone.
we remember our times, and how you brightened them.
our smiles…now a requiem.
there’s a piece of my heart
you hold as you cross
into that place where you
can see immeasurable Love.
you were right all along.
we’re sorry…and you’re gone.
i never got “Good-bye”
so hear me where you fly…
“i Love you"
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"Is it even worth anything?" Gabriel asked curiously.
"Coin?" the light of the fire danced on Jeck's smile "No, not really. Maybe 3 silver pieces." he said as he glanced at the music box once more before wrapping it gently in it's cloth and placing it back in his satchel.
"So..." Gabe continued, "It's dirty, doesn't work, and is worth nothing?" . Gabe glanced intently into the clear night sky, almost as if the stars could give him the answer to his question. At length he gave up with a sigh.
"Why keep it then Jeck?"
"There's alot you have yet to learn about life, kid." Jeck's eyes seemed to glimmer with the pain of a century of loss. "This 'piece of junk'" he raised his bag into the air,"is not worthless, you shouldn't forsake something just because it's lost it's brilliance, or beauty...or..." Jeck's words were choked off by a forced cough.
Gabe's peircing blue eyes remained on Jeck's face, silently pleading for him to continue.
With a wry smile Jeck obliged. "In life you go on dancing long after the music stops."
THE END
ohhhhhh my final "currently playing"....hmmm. i got it.
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