A Goodness
and then no more.
I saw her smile: a November snowflake
and then no more.
The sun smiled too upon the earth
and then I stared
at her coming through the shadows,
kept her figure
to the corner of my eye, periphery
of my desire
and she glistened in the light and she was
then no more.
This heart must beat, must beat, must beat
and then no more.
The goodness of air at night: breathe of stars
and then daybreak.
The light touch of care weighs and wears my body
and then no more.
The goodness of air hangs on the muted night
and in her eyes
the clear moonlight knows my meaning and being
and then no more.
I am not goodness of man until less than man
and then no more.
3 comments:
(must beat, must beat, must)
Amo você!
your a jerk andrew
i cant get you outta my head
you know what i was thinkin about at work the other day
you
good guess
and ya know what
it was so mental what i was thinkin
i was for some reason shouting at you, in my minds eye i could see it
in AN ENGLISH ACCENT!????
it was so weird
and when i thought of it i was forced to laugh out loud
the customers must have thought i was laughin at them,
so thats, you very mean man
ya made me laugh at customers!
{dont worry tho, i have a funnier story wich is similar}
i was dealin with one customer and another one came and in my head i was thinking this....
'i should call over someone to get him...huh hes quite good lookin...oh...hes walkin away..hes walkin away...uh oh...go back to this go back to this!....aww hes leaving...aww he was cute...[now i started laughin cuz ya no how IF only they knew what i was thinkin they'd be like...] and the woman mustve been real pissed off after this cuz like i was smilin an half laufin at nothin really. my own silly imaginings.
i was daydreamin and another gurl came over to ma, it scared the crap out of me! for no reason! its not like she was sneakin up [i love the word sneakin such a weird one til say...i talk too much...this is wat im like at work in my head]
OH
i was in a good mood. and i was singin. this gurl started lookin over. i was like CRAP she heard...uh oh! Run! [all in my head....obviously]
i wrote another poem...or a gud pile...none gr8, althou i really like one, i'd send it to ya but...i shuddn even b talkin to ya...its so hard not to.
ro still doesnt no, i vent seen em in ages but omg, i no im just gunna burst some time, and time is not my friend. it only makes me see things differently. the plan i have n my head is so insane it just might work. im just afraid i might let the ivy choke the tree.
but nevermind that stuffs
i just wanted til tell ya how much of an awful pest ya are
i think you'll like the fact, well if you take it as a complement and dont do a gavin on me.
another thing...yr way romatic, the last few poems i think prove my theory
no womans good enough, because yer just so romatic and notice the smallest detail, ud need some one equally romatic and sensitive, either that or u still love the women from yer past, which would be v sweet.
quess what, doin well in english N got 95% in a test fer chemistry which i got back 2day. how awesome is that!
im so class! and modest...shh i dont do it often.
alright...i think ive still got my nack for rambling...u tell me. [ro's essays are only ever a page back and front! how the fuck does she do it! i cant finish all my points unless i use like 2 or 3 back and front, im an awful eejit thou, omg ask me to do a summary of a pg i swear it'll be the longest u ever see]
but yeah, things r good, and crap and really crap and relatively fine and great. AT THE SAME TIME. i swear it could only make sense in my brain. im always happpy and sad never one or the other.
i took a notion and i think. it wouldn be too bad to fly a plane. i now want to add that to my list of things to do. but i dont understand cuz im certain im going to die before i have time.
i want to buy my own little plane one like those old fashioned ones [isnt that a crazy idea] not a crapy airplane...but ya'd need ta learn how to fly it....dont think i could be bothered if it was gunna take ages.
oh and i'd love ta go into space. generally ive been thinking a lot. work sucks and is BRILLANT that way. the tasks are easy so my mind can wander.
i lived this whole situation in my head wher i was gunna have a baby which could have been a reality i suppose, in a way. but like i had it finished by the time i got off work. it was awesome, very story like, well tradgic drama, totally awesome. at the start i tried to kill myself and then in the hos the told me i was expecting and then ther was this whole big OMG u did what and u cant live here, move in there, this happens, drama, finish, happy, i was siked, and STILL got me As in january good, not all A's but considering it was a good result.
(i REALLY do ramble...huh...wow...ok...bye)
and im sure u can guess hu, i seriously hope u can otherwise...ya no yer brains workin worse than mine.
love ta hate ya
xoxoxox
ps, if you do ever meet me, and i mean only by accident say...that your names paul and yer from washinton. and see if i remember, cuz no doubt by tomorrow i'll have forgotten this, my minds a sieve u see. it really is, really believe me on this one.
oh and croah patrick lethal or what! [ive got to be the worst speller]
BYE
Pois é!
Tudo acaba em poesia, né meu amigo?
Valeu a visita.
Bjus.
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