sing-songs

this is the song that never ends...yes it goes on and on my friends...some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, but they'll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends...

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

tact-ile dysfunctions of the curly-haired kind

the clouds are fat with rain.
living in the city is such a thrill
no matter how mundane the daily routine may get.

there is a strange wetness in the air,
a sultery summer wind flirting with my hair.

a melody is toying with my head,
and im rushing to put it into a song.

with a forceful beat
at my feet
i walk down the streets,
my presence leading my shadow.

there's a tingle on the tip of my tongue
as i taste the first drop
my fingers scream in ecstasy
as the world slowly comes to a stop.

there's unmatched honesty in a storm
as the lightening crashes across the skies
if you listen carefully to the booming thunder
you only hear that it never lies.

im no longer a wayward stranger
although i may appear to be
sinking, trembling no more,
steady as the sea.

1 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home