Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Sighs of War Wounds.

A blackened dream
Faces, places, traces
Windy circles, blurry vision

Continuity of understanding
Presents, commodities, video games
Striped shirts, loose jeans, ice cream cones
Summer breeze, khaki Caterpillar boots

Reality being anchored
Walks in the park
Countdown on December Thirty First
Sneaking kisses in the dark

Baby pictures, black & white
Eternal captivating flames
Mornings in spring time
Careless attention, polished nails

Leading to glory, getting lost in May
Much of a muchness, less can be more
Peachy scents in yesterday's diaries
Tears, fears, writing hardcore

Middle crowd losing essence
Fog lights, brushed hair, ceremonies
Cast the pearls aside, collect the money
Dry hands and a bunch of phonies


Anonymous Anonymous said...

love this one sooooo muchhhh

Monday, June 03, 2013 1:24:00 PM  
Blogger Zeek said...

Thank you :)

Saturday, July 20, 2013 4:39:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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Sunday, May 10, 2015 10:30:00 AM  

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