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moredarkthanshark

Brian Eno, 1978

I was lying by a forming stream

two riders stolen away in their dream

You can pass them

I was out there before with a broom and a pan

I said to my family “I’m not afraid anymore

All those adventures on the side,

I know that I could not take them and still have my rights”

All of this meaning:

You can love again

have your breath taken

No, you don’t really need them

I was riding on the freezing water

An under sea place where the light goes dim

love is not a battering ram

or an idea to wield freedom with

I’m on the opposite shore

dreaming of you

dreaming of you babe

Watching the rodeo

There’s no silence that we’re needing

No signs or figures on this road

You can just get to where you’re going

I’ve been thinking about reading

those things you said

Ill read you them someday

maybe a passage in the garden

But Kathy, look,

you cant touch anything that’s colored golden

Remember those songs about you?

melodic tunes on the outskirts

saying “love’s not a question

love’s nothing to prove

love’s has not forsaken you”

The first time you told me you were drawn to him

I should have got right up

should have gotten right up out of there

I could have spoken my feelings a little better

i know I could use that practice but Im so afraid of being misunderstood

so afraid of being wrong

maybe id lose you baby

maybe id be turned away

But that’s where we turned up anyway

I just have to hold on to these unseemly blues

days turning nights

what’s the meaning of this problem?

The days I’ve given right to

I hope the present day never gets older

Maybe It’ll die in a few years

maybe it’ll be squashed

maybe it’ll be feeble

Maybe hell does not survive

even in its best disguise

transoptic

Francis Bacon, Two Figures at a Window. 1953.

unit-02

y'all remember that one time Shinji appeared in Sailor Moon episode 27

thetygre

Should’ve stayed in Sailor Moon, honestly.

don’t look down on me

standing so scared

in the hospital square

I saw red steel

and poor mary

so i dust my head

and lend a hand

but the dust cloud kicked up dancing

an idiot kid stands on his head

i wonder what the world has in store for me

tired of roses and lonely tugs

while the one hand pleases the other lets go

and it’s hard bein’ a stray with a beat up face

your million dollar day is over

somebody needs to embrace me

strung out and hiding up on the top floor of our apartment

I counted all the ways love was lost on me

will my wolf head please not look down on me

the need for you

i need you

lost in a gaze in the lone star state

motel facin dirty street

now you can see who I really am

now you can feel the wind on my back

somebody should rescue me

I’m dreaming of a ship on the beach

with a big black sail

that takes you anywhere

not far enough for me

#dont look down on me #poetry

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long day in a crowded place

hey man what’s new? haven’t heard too much from you. its crazy how after all these days this crowded place keeps swimming…anyway... long day taking the news… it’s magic how we even get our food. they say you should stay and not leave your place…but I can see the beach and I really need a holiday... long week seein nobody... the last bad rain just flew thru the room and sunk all the booze and dvds… nothing left but palm trees.... dyin and laughin too... its no way to live but what else can i do? its how you can keep longing... oh to be dreaming…. falling….

#poetry #long day on a crowded island