A Thousand Pictures

Mossy Stream

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a picture worth a thousand words
belongs in a museum
not a heavy heart
.
hanging on the songs of birds
have to let them go
somehow
.
all the bark strips off
all the bark strips off
piece by piece
.
on your own by the dying stream
why did you go?
why did you go?
.
trying to have a peek underneath
reflection hiding
in the dusky glow
.
when all the bark strips off
all the bark strips off
piece by piece
.
don’t you hide your face
don’t you hide your face for me
[repeat]
.
all the paths weave into one
might as well go home
might as well
.
there’s more life under that stone
than you’ve ever seen
ever known
.
and a thousand pictures
a thousand pictures
what a waste
.
but don’t hide your face
don’t you hide your face for me
[repeat]
.
it’s not worth repeating
it’s not worth repeating
it’s not….. ah well
.
don’t you hide your face
don’t you hide your face from me
don’t you hide it
don’t you hide your face from me
.
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.
.

Copyright L.M. 2010.

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Seaweed Breakwater

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the seas are high
patterned
the seas are
patterned
.
er somethin’
somethin’ like that
.
somethin’ like that
.
couldn’t be need
from me
couldn’t be
patterned
.
in the end
seven scores are slain
the end
seven scores are slain
in the end
in the end
.
what did you say?
you drowned the rain
you drowned again
what did you say?
.
listen to the competition
(seven scores are slain)
listen
(carving out your name)
.
the stones are high
and patterned
the stones
they’re patterned
.
save room
for the end
there’s no room
in the end
in the end
no room
.
.
.
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Copyright L.M. 2008.

Inventory

I want you to know
every one of you
that I don’t cry for you
I don’t weep
I’m not heartbroken
for nothing can break
through stone

ups and downs
everyday drama
it’s not my thing
I’d rather hide in the forest
and wait for you to find me

as it is, I look for you
outside my door
exiting my life
and wonder if you’ll be back
because I never know for sure

where did I get these thoughts?

did Einstein suffer depression?
I suppose he must have
thoughts like that from me
have pricked the plume anew
though I like the solitary company

I bend
far too much
so much so
that I don’t know
within myself
where I search
and daily toss
the dye that bleeds me

I know where we stand
each and every single one of us
and I will continue to try
to rationalize
and objectify
myself in my mind
just for you

I soared into storm clouds
higher than life
I cannot blame the messenger
but yet I can’t help
feeling tossed
like stale bread
soaking up any hint of warmth
to postpone the brittle battle
I will play by your rules
I will chisel a path
as long as you still try
and as long as I don’t fall
but I should let you know
I don’t feel your respect
not today, nor yesterday
not in the slightest
don’t you see?
I’m the doll
the smiling face which you do greet
with open arms and fleeing feet
sighing, wishing for a day
with ladders finally tossed away
so I may sit alongside you
with worries none, and fears few
the palm I’m in is over-filled
and not exactly what I willed
but choices few, this chiselled stone
is all I have to call my own

Copyright L.M. 2007.  (written a couple months ago, and again I recognize the poem isn’t very good haha).