zebrasindenver

blazing green sun soaked summer grass

and my watch

just the seconds till winter

When i thought that i was ready to love and be called upon again

i am just a weak peasant in the eyes of god

and this god judges by love

but i am not ready

i am not wanting the love of god

or more simply put

i am not ready for your love

i cannot return what is needed for your love

for you

and for me to be for you

wholly

i am selfish

and happy

I have broken ten bottles from the tears to the sea

i have spent all my dollars on these meak clothes that you see

and the dead soldiers presidents have taken so much from me

but the light in your open eyes gives me guidance and dreams to see

gives me guidance and the days of my life set brokenly free

why not then will you come and judge

judge

just be my judge

and take me to the sea

to lay down my broke broken body and let me be

such great a poison is my love

that i should sting myself to death

and live the seconds of euphoria

like a scorpion

drowned in whiskey

the sweater borrowed

the messages of love

then the messages of hate

to a sweater lost in time

lost to love

and the smell of my cologne

i shall bookmark this page in our history of love

with a burnt out cigarette of listless passion

Oh how beautiful it would be to say that i have been to the gates of heaven

When in truth i have simply walked away from the doors in life that are

hell

the body naked wrapped in love

a knife returns to its sheath

and the half cut apple

lies browning on the counter

what is the point of a dream

when the reality and love of living

becomes a blind nightmare

there is no more passion

just tolerance for life

and a sweet memory of time