Ideas IV

Thursday, May 10, 2007

I've been poisoned by the air that you've tainted with your words
Projected across the front terrace, the wind with its play
I'm nimble and speechless, my bones sure to break
I wondered what keeps my lungs trying
I wondered what keeps my mind running
But I gave out before the dawn beckoned the light

Saturday, June 2, 2007

#2 - Ocean
Such a cold-hearted look you must plaster
With little motivation for your destined direction
Fall back into the ocean and the waves will carry you away
Towards infinite dreams and endless skies
Though you slip away with no concious feeling
The cacophony of the waves in your ears rush the blood through your veins