Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

pearl

And someday I'll be the lucky one,
the one who smokes and inhales the sun
We’ll dance to tunes both old and new,
we’ll have a laugh, a token two
Then settle down around the fire,
to share memories and new desires
We’ll plot the course of earth’s new spin,
we’ll talk and laugh at how we sinned
Someday we will meet this girl,
the one who lives, the oyster’s pearl

And we will breathe her beauty

1 comment:

  1. I can´t add anything, but if there was a ´like´ button, I´d certainly click on it!

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