| funky monkey in the dogwood tree under the moon reflected in that pond of catfish
Posted: 7/3/2009 11:48:44 AM | The mirror to your soul,
Me,
Myself; I
After looking into the mirror to mine
So shattered;
Otherwise broken.
By the storms of her world.
Crashing, twisted violently
Not a world you want to part of;
Knowing you to be meant for something more.
Because, quite simply you are.
Yet the cards of providence cause you to fear the neibourhood of your thoughts and feelings.
Leave those windows sharp;
Haunted looking.
I see my pearly
Blues
And speckled
Greeney grey
In the mirror.
Judgeing the naked man before me.
Not at all ashamed of everything that shows me to be a man in the mirror.
Yet if you look farther than my mischevious smile,
Proud; pretentiously so.
You will see the weight behind my eyes,
The feeling of a older soul.
I wonder if this is a world you would want to be part of.
Could be part of,
To bring life back to your eyes,
complimenting the cutest smile I ever did see. | |
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