(This ones for a friend)
im watching a dollar bill
rock and roll around in the wind
it touches the ground
and then, before you know it
its back in teh air
gleefully braying in the wind
i sit here watching the dollar bill dance
in front of me in mid air
with my back to the brick wall
its hot from the late afternoon sun beating on it
watching this, and being here in this moment
makes me smile in slight disbelief
such simple things such as sitting
and a dollar bill floating around...
these simple, everyday things are the best examples of "life"
that i have ever seen
I smile as my eyes squint
trying to block out the midafternoon sun
and wave goodbye the dollar bill
with the invisble hands behind my eyes
what a day this has been
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The jury watched me
As my eyes swayed from one member to another
They stared into me not at
Trying to hear just what I was saying
I felt my mouth move
And my eyes close and open again
I must have blinked
My consciousness is slipping
I am loosing it
Help me my lips say
There in the floor
A fantastic new beginning
With colors and lights
Ive never seen before
There on the floor
I was cold
Marble floors are frigid
I can feel you close
Your touch is deeper than the rest
Your touch makes me shake
Your smell makes my wonder rise
And I grow excited at the though of your very nearness
Will you come with me?
The jury gasps
But they do not move an inch
The court case continues
As my eyes roll into the back of my head
I cannot wake up
They keep trying to speak to me
What going on?
All these questions, and so much panic
In the midst of newfound beauty and wonder
All this chaos among beauty beyond human comprehension
The jury has reached a verdict
And I am condemned
To live again, and then again, yet again
They will not set me free
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The colours pour forth
from the eyes of the blind man
they paint the images in front of them, unique invisible design
an intricate puzzles...the world they know around them
this is a wrold we'll never know
...
the blind man runs in his dreams
and in his life crawls standing
his destination is unknown
but he paints his way
to the destination the he so desires
leaving behind him
for his eyes only to see
via memory
a more colourful, and apreciated worl then we'll ever know
can he design a heaven
or perhaps a hell
can he paint joy into his journal of sturggles
what colour is sex i would ask
had i the courage to inquire
i cannot mock a blind man
he has seen clours no drug can present
he has dreams that no one else can understand
so i build you a stage
in my mind as i pass you in the street blind man
for you to stand upon and look out
at the faces in the crowd
...
i build you this pedistol to stand on to see
all the is in front of you
and behind me
my version for you...of the world i knew
now that i am thinking of joining you
the blind man smiles as i pass
he knows i am there
i lift my had to wave
but stop after mild hesitation
he cant see me
i take the pens...one in each fist
i point them at my eyes
and hold them in front of my face
i sit at this dining room table
i sweat and dream about the magic inside the blindmans head
i take in a breathe, thick with smoke
and i throw my face forward
will i dream the colours you do now?
will i see what you see?
can i paint my world as well as you have
blindman?
will you guide me?
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have you ever heard a song
that made you smile
a song that takes you back to that moment
youd forgotten about
a moment that hasn't been revisted in so long...
have you ever wished you could go back
and find yourself in the embrace of the one that meant so much
did you ever dream of kissing one last time
a way to say goodbye
under the night sky, under the blanket
a black backdrop sequined with stars
do you ever listen to that song
and almost start to cry
...
i know you can feel me
as i can feel you
when this short little tune
plays...
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