Friday, May 1, 2009

Untitled - Transcribed from previous works 1-12-08

Always there
in the back of my
closeted head
fuel for fantastic
stories I tell
myself in bed

Always there
in the heart of my heart
I don't know where
to start in there
passion slides out
and smacks me in the head

Always there
Always there
Why are you now
always there

In the words on the street
neath my steps
cold concrete
my grey hair
hidden neat
under color of youth
now long weathered

Always there
Always there now
Perhaps an illusion
of what I care for
a dream of
what I dream of
My heart knows
what it is that
my heart knows

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