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i flew too far, you flew too fast…

I flew too far, you flew too fast,
we both agreed, we’d never last,
only took a moment to turn us into the past,
costing us both a lifetime of looking back…

you chose the East, I chose the West,
seemed no point to consider a nest,
but since that day when we both left,
every view since then has been second best…

because after having such a perfect friend,
switching places, breaking each other’s winds,
can you ever fly with another again?
without all the excitement becoming pretend?

and could I have known how hard the channel’s winds would rush?…
could you have realized how deeply your heart would be crushed?
oh if we had known, even across the globe, that there was no escape…
and that hardly any one else is bold enough to fly these days..?.

well if i’m honest, i’d rather fly with you…
but you flew to the sun, and I, i flew to the moon,
it was like that dream, when you wake up too soon,
never got to resolve, never found my way back to you…


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Hidden glows

There were years of hidden hope glows,
I dimmed so as not to scare the source away,
But as soon as I let my inner flame be exposed
I watched him or I back up & fade into grays…

If I hadn’t had years of calling it wrong,
If you were the first burning I’d felt before
Then, I’d swear up & down that this was love
And that I could never care for anything more…

If I hadn’t learned how to suppress the red cheeks,
If I hadn’t found how to hide the butterflies within
Then I’d be shining like Rudolf & wafting on clouds
SO I’ll keep my mouth shut and my feelings hidden…

But somewhere beneath, I feel the pounding,
Somewhere within, I feel the mesmerizing glow
Somewhere I hide, it’s fireworks & shooting stars
And & sometime soon enough, it might even show…

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Posted by on November 29, 2013 in Uncategorized


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bury me in fire

Don’t settle me into the ashes of the past
with those whom’s lives were consumed
with passion of words, before becoming dust,
and then, dwindling into mediocre doom….

the doom of having made no difference
the hell of being separated from the living’s light…
the doom of never loving or succeeding
the doom of early peaks, then subtle demise….

Oh my fire has not yet burnt out….
I have colors and depth the world shall see…
and hiding the flame for fear of failure,
shall no longer stand between me & my dreams…

and when I’m done, you shall pray
that they may someday come to contain
the wildfire that my sparks shall set in the brush
of dormant dreamers, anxious to burst into flame….


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