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I mirror your actions ; motionless.
you real chef-d'oeuvre, you piece of art.
An emerald body sculpted out of gems,
cold and sharp, but with it's sweet parts
like caramel breasts that melt in mouth.

I remember standing there, looking
for as long as I can remember.
"touch with your eyes, not your hands"



Shooting stars rapidly plummet from the celestial sky
To escape the heavenly bodies that threaten to burn out
Their shine from the constant weeping.
The moon has waxed and waned in its last cycle tonight
Causing the sundials to work in monotonous over-time shifts.

The phoenix, guardians of the night, combust and reform
But with a lessened feather coat each time
Screeching into the nocturnal setting with such emotion
That the street-lamps flickered on and off,
Forming a message of Morse code in the streets.
Dots and dashes begin to entrap the sky
As they are reflected off of the falling moons tears
Forming the most complex shape of "connect the dots"
That anyone has ever seen.
And as the children lay upon the hillside
Tracing obscure lines with their fingers
They always wind up losing the strength to hold their arm up
Before they reach the last side of the outline.

As the final hours of the night turned in to their grief
The sky was dripping with the purest of red and orange
Though it wasnt time for the sun to awaken yet.

Shooting stars plummet from the celestial sky
To escape the heavenly bodies that threaten to burn out
Their shine from the constant weeping.
You would think, an image of this magnitude would be spectactular
But by blending in and disappearing among the hue
Of the crimson moon's tear reflected horizon
Some would say "Its all just perspective."



He scribed my name, but never knew me.
--
Wake! Likened eyes.
Recite your dream to the limelight
leaking between boughs of buds,
the blindside of a blur
and nights of enlightenment.
Senses lean,
brash and unfocused upon a starling morn.
‘I swear then, I saw the rooftops measure time’,
from behind smokestacks journeyed a lulling sun --
a rotation erred,
it bore the monogram of scorn upon
a lessened eye,
insight -
I shouldn’t have taken flight
to graze the sunken cobblestone
with the right of a fool
so clumsy as to walk with spineless form
against so many, blessed,
to maintain a steady climb.
From behind sunken hats levied a
glazing pale;
a rotation erred,
and palled a monogram
upon an intrinsic cairn.
In hindsight,
I should have taken leave
at my own lifeless wake,
just one second later.



One More Night

Girl i want you
in a way i cant describe
The way your body dances
just makes feel so alive

You've got those sea blue eyes
that set my heart in tune
The melody of your lips
can be heard across the room

But i'll keep it all inside
the way i feel tonight
But i'ld gladly tell it all
if it meant i could spend
one more night alone
with you

You and i
we could be something good
All of your friends
Say that you really should

Give me a try
Give me a chance
One more go
at a storybook romance

But i'll keep it all inside
the way i feel tonight
But i'ld gladly tell it all
if it meant i could spend
one more night alone
with you

But i'll keep it all inside
the way i feel tonight
But i'ld gladly tell it all
if it meant i could spend
one more night alone
with you

Just one more night alone
With you