Concrete Cloud Creation

the sky is orange and blue and steam rising
geometric tops slice the tapestry
slowly, slowly
and above all, the place where all is down

if silence holds more meaning than good timing
why, anyone could build the trees
blowing, blowing
and after all, the violent meeting drowns

gosh she moves in all the wrong squares
holding and drifting by
must admire how little she cares
catching another’s eye

 

Finished: 5:13 p.m., Thursday, January 13th, 2011.

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Alternative

eyes cast downward
you’ll never see the sky
how can you fly
with a fear of heights?
perennial heartbreak
won’t make you stronger
what doesn’t kill you just
makes life seem longer
painting pictures with your tears
you know it doesn’t have to be like this
write it
sing it
try just to be it
you’re only lost in your mind
you will be fine

      

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Open Mic Night

a night of hills
rounding o’er the surprises
at the almost intangible
we crashed
but would you look now
the sky separated
no more lenses
and look how it shines

sparkled eyes sending
flashes of truth and water
yet you stay
what a day
at the razor edge, slipped
but somehow fell up

how could you doubt
every same word
every same thought
every same hope
that I should see them too
presents your proof

I wanted to see through
the piercing eyes
the flicker I suspected
was maybe for show
mischief like a contact lay
across your iris, scratching thin
just enough to let you know
the trouble you were getting in

yes, I say so honestly
whether or not I should
but this eve you’ve proven
after everything, it’s still good

so all those hills we scrambled over
skating ice and slipping tripping
end up scorching the fruits
and giving something we can put to use

no more lenses, show the truth
look how you shine
and we will be fine
just show me all this hidden you

    

     

Finished: 6:03 a.m., Saturday, December 1st, 2007.

Timeless

under skin
you can feel
a heart beating fast
time slows and
you get a glimpse
of the glory behind
those angel eyes

someone said that
beauty fades
but you know it
just grows with age

catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue

give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home

you love her, yeah
you breathe her
you want no more than
to be with her

one for marriage
two for birth
and every laugh line since
has been earned
you still love her yeah
you still breathe her
let her know you
that you, that you still need her

catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue
and if she asks you
if she’s still the one
you’ve one job left to do

give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home
your everlasting home

       

      

Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a few months ago with the others…… yes, I know, cheesy.  I don’t show this romantic side of me often for a reason!  haha).

Skies of a Different Blue

The sky was really cool today.

I never quite know how the weather’s going to be when I get up, even if I check my Weather Network toolbar thingy on my computer, so it’s always a bit of a gamble in terms of coat choice this time of year.  I went with my brown Fall jacket, and was glad of it.  As soon as I opened the door I was greeted with a warm cool breeze (cool because it’s Fall and it’s expected to be a bit cool, and warm because it had an unexpected warmth still left in it).  Over the park trees and over the Queen’s buildings, I could see in the distance blue clouds.  That nice, rich Russian Blue Cat kinda blue.  The kind, had it been cold outside, you would have expected to be delivering snow.  Instead, the sun was shining, the wind fiesty, and it was a perfect beginning to the day.

I actually was slightly resenting the fact that I had class to attend, because I just felt like walking around listening to my music all day 🙂  I might still do that, for a bit at least.  I’ve had an overall pretty crummy past few days, though I shouldn’t complain as it’s probably mostly my own fault!  Haha, that’s life.  But nothing makes me feel better when I’m down than a good walk.  It makes me wonder about next year; if I move, I’ll have to think about that when deciding where to live…..

Yes, now I’m thinking about that, I definitely need to walk.  Definitely time to go down to the water: windy, sunny, cloudy, somewhat warm (season-considering), and some lifey stuff to think about……

Off I go….. 🙂

So that’s why you shed a tear every time we meet?

Misread gem of the day:
(on a French-English dictionary website where people ask how to say things that aren’t in the dictionaries)

What they posted:
You are the sun in my sky (love letter)

What I read:
You are the sun in my eye (love letter)