feel so fine

you are my moonshine
you make me cloudy
but i make me grey
sun shines
too
butter yellow cups of gleam
in the midday
light
mine radiates from within
so hot
so fine
so molten
melted on the vine
setting
in the shape
of the last feeling
known
to the last person
to feel
...
no more time

cry a little every day

withering on the vine and blowing in the wind, keeping the draft at bay.
finding the silver lining, chasing rainbows over the horizon and far away.
keeping a close watch on this heart of mine, taking it to the limit one more time.
wandering among the wreckage, looking for an angel.
the price you pay, you can't always get what you want.
in the middle of the road, crying out your name, freedom.

love

love is as love does
love wins all battles
love opens all hearts
love

bitchverse

feel it
feel the emotion
can't be contained
can't be stopped

anger
annoyance
exclusion
oneupmanship

i cant play that game
i wont play
but i will win by stealth

but i don't even believe it
i will desert the playing field

i will survive in my own universe
and leave the bitch to the bitchverse

live

dream away

these thoughts come from a silly fb puzzle
beautiful
genius
scared
see those three words
pick them out of a lineup

and then go back to
living

silver ghost

into the silver years, the ones that people dread.  i'm surprised by how much personhood is disregarded by those around me.
not worth investing time into an old dried out stick.
there is still life and dreams and hopes and inspiration and lust for life flowing through these veins.  so fuck you all.
one must believe
one has a need to continue
to the places that call my name.