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Tuesday, November 25, 2003
the colour mystic
added to a truth
shockingly artistic
three pulses on the groove
cats say she can play three
instruments at once
and if that isn't enough
it's common knowledge
she's an exceptional fuck
so what's with the big attitude?
and the even bigger hair?
look out! holy ego
she's dressed to make you stare
over two sailors lifetimes
i've travelled more than mosts share
and i've seen many a fish
but none near as rare
little sisters
mrs. mister
where are we now?
in our hearts loves captured
pure rapture
has somehow tore itself into parts
picking up speed
to the velocity of a sneeze
it's not art
when you kiss your hunny
and your nose is red and runny
you fart you think it's funny
but it's not
Art's dead, death by
spontaneous combustion
no idea how good he had it
it didn't seem like much then
who asks no questions?
there are no answers
only endless possibilities
moments woven
unfolding tapestrys
a quick glimpse into something new
seeing myself reflected in you
closing the door of security
protecting the utmost of purity
love like vancouvers rain
'til we see the sun again
i am always with you
like the time that does not exist
life will persist
pictures in frames frozen
the gifts i have stolen
returning love back to love
we didn't know what had gone missing
like fire and ice kissing
it was the most unlikeliest
hand to fit the glove
who saw what owl?
and forgot to write it down
friends throw in the white towel
and in herds flee this rainy town
i've been around this block
a thousand times
i've read your unwritten book
in between the lines
still we are so quiet
like the mouth of one just dead
and all of the miles in between us
are starving but being forcefed
riots of thoughts fighting a war
what will happen--
the choice is yours...
ours is the better bedmate
theirs is yet to come
the chessgame ends in a stalemate
when finally,
there's nowhere left to run
eastside alchemy
along with many other umbrellas
sews the first stitch
of many birds feathers
the quickening of your intent
as hearts come to understand
the unfolding is ours to make
man, woman, child and land
missing the smell of your body
and the touch of your hand
your eyes in mine
as our sights expand
it all expands...
posted by Milli
at 11/25/2003 06:14:00 PM
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