posted January 02, 2005 02:16 PM         

The cares I have
The squandered love
showered in such a radius

Looking across the crowd
The masses whose cry I hear
The deafening moan
I give what I can
Pour it, slow like honey

I walk around empty
The hole so big
No'thing' has touched the sides
I try to let it be sewn
But the needle hurts too much

I have promised
My blood
every last drop
Eternity, the last grain of sand
But I never understood
What a promise was to one

I have taken an oath for all
silently in my heart
A heart that 'feels' so much
It all goes dark

A short circuit between mind and soul
Could I take the time for one?

But the call comes again
Still waters become tossed
and the waves knock me out

The one is devoured by the many
I wade in my head to find
what was once so strong

There is too much noise

The one is a distant echo
But leaves a big scar
The needle still wet with claret,
hangs on it's thread
and I can't remember
What I was sewing

So I break open again
The cycle repeats

And what soul?
Words
Sound so nice when all is quiet

Next time,
I must remember
where to put the stitches

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posted January 04, 2005 07:19 AM         

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..I try to let it be sewn
But the needle hurts too much

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I wish I'd written that Ghani, really I do. Perfect for a time of heartbreak I remember too clearly, and I was helping sew in my father's business too.

posted January 05, 2005 11:39 AM         

quote:

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There is too much noise

The one is a distant echo
But leaves a big scar
The needle still wet with claret,
hangs on it's thread
and I can't remember
What I was sewing

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posted January 05, 2005 02:46 PM         

So,So..BeaYOUtiful!