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LIZ'S POEM!! [28 Feb 2004|07:17pm]
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[ music | Grey Notes Fall-No Motiv ]

you guys, i've been meaning to do this for a while!! liz wrote a poem for me, and it was like the best poem i've ever read...so here it is! oh yeah, and my new icon is a drawing of mine!

"My Favorite Things"

Sometimes at night Ill stare up high,
Not really staring at anything
Pretend its summer---a firefly
A flower blooming---pretend its spring.

Fall--back and forth on a swing, color painted leaves
Winter bliss snowfall on the crisp of evening;
Never letting go of the past,
The seasons come and go much too fast.

I never say it but, to love, I always imply
And to that most humanity consistently replies
Feelings of complete oneness set my soul at ease; make me happy,
My trust in the beat within me will prove to be my life-long story.

I sit at think about things at night
When I look at the darkness up high
Beauty--feel it warmly, faces rosy, leaving shortly
Staring at the scenery of every wondrous morning.

Silly to think that this could be all there is
But amazing to realize the wonder in a simple kiss
Things that we can see and truly experience
I dont know whether or not this is truly consciousness
It doesnt matter a bit when Im feeling lifes bliss.

The sun setting on the mountains, at the beach, and from afar
The moon has no requirements of those looking at the stars
Never any answers, forever amazing questions
They arise from quiet conversations with simplest intentions.
The beat of a constant drum that both sweetens and toughens,
Even the lowest of souls with zillions of self-righteous slogans,
Everyone has his or her own separate passions
Built from sunrises on mountains and sunsets on oceans,
And to forever intertwine them shows unrealistic expectations.

Take me to the city that is taxless and that is crimeless
And all that live there share in good, and wealth, and purpose,
The executioners faces will always be nameless
And you crush instead of people what lies behind them: hatred.
Never again will the truth go traceless
Without thought to guide and honesty neglected, left wasted,
Slumped in a corner, rejected by all,
Honing for attention, ignored so few wont fall.

No point in judging that lazy southern drawl--
No point in seeing North and South as different at all--
Cause in the middle core that drumbeat is always the same
That all people move to different beats is what they often claim
But truly wrong they are by having consistently misnamed
What lies at the heart simply a different perspective for each and every name.

Looking up at night I wonder, will I always feel this way?
Will tomorrow be the day when I finally get through and say,
That Hey, I dont think the world should live this way--
Subways, Wednesdays, Ice-Cream Sundaes, Toupees
I see in front of me at night, a beautiful walkway,
It guides to unfaltering light I could and would never outstay.
I rejoice in the fact that one day I will be able to say--

 Tomorrow brings hope, and tomorrow brings opportunity

I never see the emcee in the back where he plays fleshy and firmly
Its drafty in the front of the place, where I sit and think daily,
The women briskly walk in to daftly chat and think of what is dirty
They say the sleazy the flaky the druggies
But I see these fellow humans as if they were part of me.
And I truly believe acceptance of all is the only key
To a world of peace, love, honesty, prosperity, and equality.

But..

I could easily be just like that raspy, rattly old man,
Smugly perpetuating a soapy black hand
To wash my car, mow my yard, heal my wounds, erase my scars
Move that graveyard out of my backyard
It haunts me every day to know that these are my sins
And that once upon a time I had much thinner skin.
And sometimes I still hope for a self-indulgent win
Although I know the sweetened rules, I hate an evil grin.
If you only understood that all are rightly next of kin
The birthdays all one day and every thought and feeling within
Connected; the one heard beat originating in the lonely streets way back when.

The days they creep upon me and leave without a trace
Oftentimes there are things I wish I could erase
But at least I have the love of all mankind to share
Experiences I hold in my heart that will always be there
So share in love, share in wealth, and let go of warfare
Look for only the deepest love and purest companionship everywhere
Always prepare for the good in sight, and dont despair
The flights of life will hold you in the night and keep you from falling midair.

Dont hold to close, dont push too far, always keep those stars within your heart
Embrace all the power of beauty in word, music, and art
Eat all the laughter this life has to offer, dont watch it fall apart
And if the subject gets too hard it doesnt mean depart.

Let yourself embrace this earth and all it has to offer
Its often easy to let the normal feed on you like a cancer
And when youre feeling dead inside it means to stop the censor
Let your heart be your guide be eager always to gather
The best of information, so the rapist looks no further
Than your imagination to protect and let loose the thunder
Another way, another day, another hopeful story
Find a way and say its okay because that girls a martyr
And stoop to a level no lower than your father
Because this world will let him get no drunker
Than he wishes on himself, the klanner and the mobster
Feeding off the souls of men to gather together a murder
In the mirror when they look they do not see the monster
That nurses within the stolen wounds the nature had only to offer.

It would not kill to be nicer, a newer feeling of neighbors
Keep them close, dont let them go, dont bow out under pressure
The shimmer of translucent eyes, and of fairytale lies, they all shatter
Under the most common of favored alibis, haunting allies, find the truth of the matter.


Oh Betty, if you could only be plainer, he said as he looked in her eyes
It was very hard to accept the entanglement of ideals I decry
She thought of what she used to think in bed at night, in wonder
The sweltering sweet of taunting dreams with rain washing away the texture
And shed hope and pray that someday thered be a person there to watch her
To hate what she hated and love what she loved and be just like a sister
That day came once and evermore will she know the truth whats inside her
Her truest and dearest, most honest, modest, wisest, and choicest friend is no farther
Than the red blood love heart beating inside her.
And her eternal and complete connection to the world around her.

kissed%%

[28 Feb 2004|08:35pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | hover near fame-new amsterdams ]

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