December 2010
6 posts
i DesiRe to SeE GOD
there I go telling stories again
hoping someone will listen well enough to hear the truth
I turn to Dust.
and the day wrote itself
hands gripping pens across america
setting down sadness and all her cousins
upon blank white pages
and blue lined notebooks
flowing blood into voids and giving life
will this sustain you paper heart?
or do you hunger yet for the tips still wet
to drain themselves in this pursuit
for some young lean thing with heavy dreams
to draw road maps in concrete
well...
Your youth is burning as the years wax on
When The LEaveS fall
Rake them.