Sunday, December 21, 2008

Promotion

You give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies
I can feel them flying around my heart as it pumps a feeling of warmth and desire through my veins
A trail of buzzing need left from your single touch , a single heart beating as it hits the iron bars restricting it to let out one single solitary sound.
A dream a thousand years ago could kill a little bird, a plenty foot steps in the sand could blind the naked eye.
A glance my way could send my heart in a thousand different directions, all ending with a "u".
Suddenly the world goes slow, arm in arm a puzzle perfect, something lost now found beating all around to a unuttered tune
dont you understand that we belong
Among all the trapped voiceless beating clocks while ours can sing out in perfect harmony or melodie what ever comes to mind
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I see them while i lay gazing in the dark; they dance and sing a simple hymn around a blazing fire.
They put on a show, to hide the depleted meaning, of want and greed. it almost seems so, to take something so indescribable.
The piano plays a tune as we dance around the room while the pen swirls a tale of stories in a journal
Maybe one day they'll understand you and me, the silly things they can not see, that give me the shivers down my spine, sending a wave of overwhelming adore down the nerves to the tips of my fingers, where they meet your own.
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Oh tell me

You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.