so i write.. for some her... with some name, once whispered... I drink to forget and tonight not nearly enough. these dreams have been pained and full of forgiveness... I still want the fire, ya Know? I know Ive been awake too long, too many days, the girls on the street know my name... Ill never write a song to em, maybe about that fact... all i know is they sell beauty for something tragic... that they have replaced the sirens... their lures are all caught up in themselves, and i share a smoke and say hello to cloudy eyes, amiss of their magic. So I write for my muses, or to them... The beauty intrinsic, dark... and driven. every hour is a haunt... every time I hit the beggars note, I wallow for that moment, brief, then change it to a howl... Its dawn and the windows curtained. a five smoke chain... each one a prayer. so i write for some her... that may or may not listen. may or may not hear. may or may not care... I havent slept in years... every hour is a haunt... Its all beauty. Dark. Driven... If you find your self on my street... slow down. lets break some hearts over coffee and halos... chase it with some whiskeyed dream chatter... mingled laughter. share some naked stares. unabashed. unbroken. till dawn drives the the light aware. so i write for some her. D.P.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 09:26:18 +0000
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