Peruse [2012-08-30, 2012-08-31, 2012-09-02, 2012-09-08, 2012-09-09]

[No more musings. had to get this one out of the closet. feeling like Dexter shutting down his Computer. last goodbye.]

[Guaranteed - Eddie Vedder]

Racing to your place...

Feel an overwhelming embrace...

I've tied up my hair,

Ignoring every stare...

The rain beats my face...

You're all over me....

Remembering your winter breath...

It was as warm as Volcanoes...

Timid hope floats on a storm,

I'd erupt for all I know....

I make you my day,

And scribble all my way...

You're my muse....

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Heard that you've turned sane...

Your drawl's not the same...

My experiments have failed,

I need a hammer to be nailed...

You forget all the stuff,

We've been at long enough...

This isn't what I want...

This wasn't why I was conned...

You're all over me...

Happiness portrays,

A caricature of your say...

I make you my day,

And scribble all my way...

Are you my muse...?

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One meet is all I need...

Even hearing you would do...

Your name pops on screen,

I'm writing what I never knew...

Glacial magic in my chest...

My heart skis a bit...

Drumming heard through my vest...

The dark corners are lit....

You're all over me...

I just make you my day,

And scribble all my way...

You're my muse.....

Interminable [07-09-2012, 09-09-2012]

[Hope this is my last post. goodbye.]

Undid her fluffed up faith...

Stepped warily into a bubbly crate...

Red comets on her skinny pale,

Sobbing helps flush the bare trail...

Whatever now that's been said,

The rare stoic visits to her head...

Words cannot really make us feel,

What it's like to be,

Running on a futile wheel...

Rummaged about for the forbidden fruit,

When gravity draped her wet and nude...

Bereft of any tangible fins,

Hung on to the worth of no loss or win...

But wherever she may have been led,

Nothing's any better when you're dead...

This world can just pretend to feel,

What it's like to be,

Running on a futile wheel....