more old stuff...

Soothe me the worlds sorrows
And Americanly I'll neglect home,
Allow my own to run limp and rampant
As I become lost in apricot skies,
Like I, reduced to less than a memory
A hue after a great star laid to rest
In holes of utter mystery and darkness
Like stories abused through the news:
Confused -- like starving hearts salivating at taunting love
With its scent, tempting all of the above
As it flaunts with its classic impeccable timing...

I grow to feel completely ridiculous
Because my tides abide a waning moon who wishes to forget me
And because I try to guide myself using a new one,
Which I refuse to let go of, for she's the brightest orb in my recent universe.
Along with the wetness upon my soul,
Weeping since you were shielded from me,
With your name still dew upon my lips,
And bombs still burning in my mind
And your scent still strong incense in my heart
I stare into missing green eyes
Cocoa butter/Mocha Cream
-- and apricot skies

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With jaded eyes in mind I fade back
to a time where bliss reigned
from the skies wet tears from the sun
and when evening skies kissed by the moon
then dreary gray left me weary
not because they strangled the sun...
But because of dancing uncertainty
Washing up to sting us like boxed-jellies.
Thus, I jam-on to the pitter patter of weeping
And smile upon welps held upon the wind
Cutting sturdy trees and their leaves
and our souls and their homes with each glancing blow...

I reach back into memory
When blue skies weren't always so blue,
Now confused drifting in auburn-creamy hues
That seem to be siphoned straight from you...

I accept so called wealth, not empty but feeling so
I look back at that cunning oracle
Called twilight and dream with a burning desire
Lit by fireflies; set in lonely Bermuda nights:
Blue-black, clear waters in a tropical asylum
Set up for we, you, and me...

As I'd sow your fields,
And wander in your emerald greens...