Getting to that time.


A Simple Word

There never was a single passing moment

My eyes were not fixated on the sky

The love I had for clouds and air were monstrous

And to this day, I'm just realizing why



Love is flooding from the friends who know me

Love is flooding from the one's I don't

Yellow trees are brushing soft against my rounding face

The stubble there I'll shave, although I dote



Like some cheesy Disney film I'm singing!

Like some classic piece I am alive!

Like a sheet of music one is reading

The flutes and oboes in the back, I strive



I never knew the meaning of a simple word called "Life"

In your heart, the triumph's overwhelming

My stomach's boiling with nirvana, hot and piping, sticky

Finally, some control over all this simple life



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-06-09 at 04:58

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You got it Michael, each moment is the essence of the simple scheme of life. Smiling at you and your great poem, Tai
2007-06-09


penfold18
It was a pleasure to read this, it has depth without being deep, light without being frivolous, yet still has the air of a smile about it.
2007-06-09


Kathy Lockhart
this is alive and full and moving! i love the sound of it, the feel of it. Simplicity is magnificent when presented so beautifully.
2007-06-09