desire
October 2008 
when we come back again
Posted on Feb 21st, 2007
by 
Blacksamba
Blacksamba
once we left this place
taking ourselves into the narrow space
were forgotten souls dwell
we're born and grow old
then we're born and grow old
and we're born and grow old
and we saw it all in an instant
on that long walk
along endless ocean
against infinite sky
ten million colors
raging without end
as we drew them all in
with every sweet breath
as if we'd never tasted death
once in the middle of a darkly lit morning
I thought I felt a turn shifting in the wind
her laughter stole my pain
before I looked I knew it had slipped away
no dream fulfilled that day
more empty prose my heart should not whisper
pure motives gone astray
but it leaks out like rain
from some rusted out gas can
on your daddy's back lawn
while he lays drunk on cheap beer
on an old, stained couch
and every scent
and every color
every lost thought
and every red moon at the end of seasons mired in ethereal darkness
speak thier words
when my mouth tries not to say her name
but every summer's sweet scents fade
it comes and goes
we walk the earth waiting for the cold touch of perpetual relief
as twilight comes to call
with the fall of every leaf
it comes and goes
yeah it all comes and goes
like who we think we are
arising, yet destined to fade
like the secret wishes of those
who walk alone in crowds
trying to remember
their favorite lover's names
once we left this place...
taking ourselves into the narrow space
were forgotten souls dwell
we're born and grow old
then we're born and grow old
and we're born and grow old
and we saw it all in an instant
on that long walk
along endless ocean
against infinite sky
ten million colors
raging without end
as we drew them all in
with every sweet breath
as if we'd never tasted death
once in the middle of a darkly lit morning
I thought I felt a turn shifting in the wind
her laughter stole my pain
before I looked I knew it had slipped away
no dream fulfilled that day
more empty prose my heart should not whisper
pure motives gone astray
but it leaks out like rain
from some rusted out gas can
on your daddy's back lawn
while he lays drunk on cheap beer
on an old, stained couch
and every scent
and every color
every lost thought
and every red moon at the end of seasons mired in ethereal darkness
speak thier words
when my mouth tries not to say her name
but every summer's sweet scents fade
it comes and goes
we walk the earth waiting for the cold touch of perpetual relief
as twilight comes to call
with the fall of every leaf
it comes and goes
yeah it all comes and goes
like who we think we are
arising, yet destined to fade
like the secret wishes of those
who walk alone in crowds
trying to remember
their favorite lover's names
once we left this place...
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Nice, I really like this work. It made me stop and do a sketch in my journal, because it brought up my own imagery…for me…that's good writing. thanks for posting.
thanks Heather. I see that we're in the same town. Surprised I haven't seen you around. I like your art and poetry as well. I used to do that stuff with Photoshop about 10 years ago and had just thought about doing it again. Coincidence? But, lucky for me I don't get poetic that often.
-d
I read the words,
I see the sights,
I hear the music,
I…. remember