zebrasindenver

so far gone are you brother

that you cannot even tell your tracks

from those you have dragged along with you

it is so sad how i need to lose you dear friend

and so lost to be so sad friend

so dear

and so, so lost

dinner

monday

like a joke

 written for where we should have been

a blazing love song on a guitar with a missing string

written for you sounding so as yet incomplete

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