Monday, March 28, 2011

Reverb

I carried my bones to;
Who’s she?
I built a life
And in the end,
there was no place.

I made up a song
that wasn’t true
There was no other yet
I would rather think of
Not now.

I could hardly name her,
A man of many hearts?
I robbed the stones of the river,
I have tied her down

I have tied this knot in my dreams.
A man of many hearts does not need me.
There was no other chamber for it,
Only the knot.

I made up a song
that wasn’t true
There was no other yet
I would rather think of
Not now.

You see,
the song is life.
But she was ten colors,
the life I can’t live.

For years
Season after season,
but by time
I will have tied these other knots

I stamped her out with a song
You tie your own bedded down knot.

Just once, just once
the song is life.
But she was ten colors,
the life I can’t live.

There is no law for this
and the clover has grown thorns
as he passes;
Discord

4 comments:

  1. i wish i could write like you and write as beautifully as you do...even if only written in 4 minutes; this is wonderful.

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  2. aw thanks Madi, you're a good writer too, don't sell yourself short.
    this one need work though

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  3. I'm just not good at structured writing and metaphors become increasingly hard to make lol. Its alright though

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