I found her majesty
Monday, October 13, 2008
11:08 PM
I wake up and take a walk. Passed by the places of my birth, the sweet smells of falling leaves that paint those sweet faces in the canvas of my memories. They are of shining places like soft spaces, heaven dazes, and mirth filled phrases.
I wake up and take a walk. I see your face staring intently into mine and think if we could get closer you would be mine. I would say to you, welcome my highness to this, your kingdom.
I wake up and take a walk. I lingered in your soft touch and wanted to crawl into the warmth of your hands that wrap around my neck like little stones picked from the soft bed of river
I wake up and take a walk. By that stream that makes the creek we spent eternities sittting by and saying nothing but knowing eachother as one knows thyself.
I wake up and take a walk. I stop by that place where eons met eons and rejoiced in their quiet legacies
And the stories they told and secrets we left for them to hold
I wake up and walk by your sweet scent but I cant stay hear* because these fallen leaves tell stories of myth and majesty that I can hardly bare to bare.
I wake up, walk. And tell myself to just keep going. That way the pain would be left behind there and hopefuly the quiet stream would rush by and sweep all my nothingness away.
I walk and hurry by. I see a place that is like some dream I used to have as a young man.
I walk, a vision of sun sweeping my face and it recalls a smell to my olfactory that builds a place in my recollection like souvenir collections of places I don’t think ive ever been.
Walking and I stop for one second to day dream about some forever I don’t remember living and it becomes a wrecked déjà vu.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
…i stop
Desist from this routine and resist the refrain of the memory blockade
The soft drizzle begins to fall and I take cover.
I sit down. Finding myself weeping under the shadow of a willow.
I realized that one day I woke up and took a walk and havent been back since.
I took a stroll and found I rolled and took a tumble.
I took a walk and set off to some nothing land.
I sit and mourn this place that conceals my scars and shows the farce of my mask brigade.
I sit down and mourn this place.
I sit down and mourn your face.
I sit dow and mourn this pace where I left my tear drops in your footprints.
I sit down and water falls, Rushing by and flooding the montage of my volumes of reminiscence.
I sit down and my frozen cheeks are buried in my cold boulder fists.
I sit down….
I sit down…
I sit down..
I sit.
A little waft of suger sweet and soft stone clenching the side of my cheek and I hear your honey smile say to me…everything is as it always has been, I have not left your side.
I sit. Thinking I saw your face today and light breaks bringing forth the prestige of your visage.
I sit and think that I saw your soft touch on my frosted one that I tried all this time to have disremembred.
I see now all these places that we have been and omitted from our banks pointed back to that one sweet moment
again I live in mirth and lore, for my forgotten store of honeysuckle memories.
And all that was once right in this cold dank place is brought back.
I turn to you with one last tear for the unremembered fanta-seer of long ago and say.
…
Thank you, you'r majesty...
11:08 PM
I wake up and take a walk. Passed by the places of my birth, the sweet smells of falling leaves that paint those sweet faces in the canvas of my memories. They are of shining places like soft spaces, heaven dazes, and mirth filled phrases.
I wake up and take a walk. I see your face staring intently into mine and think if we could get closer you would be mine. I would say to you, welcome my highness to this, your kingdom.
I wake up and take a walk. I lingered in your soft touch and wanted to crawl into the warmth of your hands that wrap around my neck like little stones picked from the soft bed of river
I wake up and take a walk. By that stream that makes the creek we spent eternities sittting by and saying nothing but knowing eachother as one knows thyself.
I wake up and take a walk. I stop by that place where eons met eons and rejoiced in their quiet legacies
And the stories they told and secrets we left for them to hold
I wake up and walk by your sweet scent but I cant stay hear* because these fallen leaves tell stories of myth and majesty that I can hardly bare to bare.
I wake up, walk. And tell myself to just keep going. That way the pain would be left behind there and hopefuly the quiet stream would rush by and sweep all my nothingness away.
I walk and hurry by. I see a place that is like some dream I used to have as a young man.
I walk, a vision of sun sweeping my face and it recalls a smell to my olfactory that builds a place in my recollection like souvenir collections of places I don’t think ive ever been.
Walking and I stop for one second to day dream about some forever I don’t remember living and it becomes a wrecked déjà vu.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
I wake up and take a walk.
…i stop
Desist from this routine and resist the refrain of the memory blockade
The soft drizzle begins to fall and I take cover.
I sit down. Finding myself weeping under the shadow of a willow.
I realized that one day I woke up and took a walk and havent been back since.
I took a stroll and found I rolled and took a tumble.
I took a walk and set off to some nothing land.
I sit and mourn this place that conceals my scars and shows the farce of my mask brigade.
I sit down and mourn this place.
I sit down and mourn your face.
I sit dow and mourn this pace where I left my tear drops in your footprints.
I sit down and water falls, Rushing by and flooding the montage of my volumes of reminiscence.
I sit down and my frozen cheeks are buried in my cold boulder fists.
I sit down….
I sit down…
I sit down..
I sit.
A little waft of suger sweet and soft stone clenching the side of my cheek and I hear your honey smile say to me…everything is as it always has been, I have not left your side.
I sit. Thinking I saw your face today and light breaks bringing forth the prestige of your visage.
I sit and think that I saw your soft touch on my frosted one that I tried all this time to have disremembred.
I see now all these places that we have been and omitted from our banks pointed back to that one sweet moment
again I live in mirth and lore, for my forgotten store of honeysuckle memories.
And all that was once right in this cold dank place is brought back.
I turn to you with one last tear for the unremembered fanta-seer of long ago and say.
…
Thank you, you'r majesty...
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