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worried of the days i have, i dream of the days i had, back when she was glad, a life time ago.

in dreams i am running from you, out doors that don’t exist, using levers instead of wheels… the future is the past, that’s how it feels…

******

 

3 – 30 – 10

 

I don’t need a clock or a calendar to tell that time has gone by, that the days have raced away. I can judge that by what has gone and by what has stayed. I can see time in eyes, the history of happiness and sadness, everything inbetween. New things grow old, seemingly over night, then are due for wrecking, or waste… i’m standing on a field of blacktop with a million cracks, countless grasses are growing from those fissures.

 

5 – 24 – 10

 

My fist are as sore as my feet, I am the defender of the night time city street. Somedays feel so new, like when I first met you. You needed saving and all I wanted was the glory, like a hero from a comic book story. That was before the mask and cape, before i wouldn’t let a single wrong doer escape. I’ve saved the city, and some girls, very pretty, but all of that seems so petty to me, because there was a day when you needed saving and superhero stardom was all that i was craving.

 

6 – 10 – 10

 

There is a field that blooms so far away that chances are you’ll never see it, through the woods and over the mountain, pass the caves and corner market… you could give me your map, but i couldn’t ever mark it, or point it out, you’ll never find it if you doubt. THERE IS A SUN ON THE OTHER SIDE. Growing up and old, remembering the life i used to live, the love that i once longed to give. I forgive you for being afraid, i don’t blame you, I was scared too. The tree tops rushed beneath our feet as we accended from the street, pass the lights that we knew. There is something you gave me once, I’d like to give it back to you, but the only way to see it is in a field that blooms so far away that chances are you’ll never see it.

 

7 – 3- 10

 

You purr with pleasure, " marry me", and i can’t help but smile… i haven’t wanted to hear that for a while. From the couch, to the floor, and back to the bed for more. It had been fourteen months since the last time we made love, and my legs are sore, and made love isn’t the words i should use, used each other is what we did. My tongue is chaffed underneath from all the rubbing past my teeth. What is left to hold, save a shaky belief? You are my joy, you are my grief… ropes and whips, tender touches, a lover’s lips, i love the feeling of my hands on your hips. These are our secrets, PAIN is what we share. I want to be there, I want you to care, but life wasn’t ever fair, you love another beneath the morning light. I am your mistake in the twilight.

 

7 – 16 – 10

 

so…. that’s my update… i need to get on here more often, this place has always been a haven for me.

 

Bad A$% summer songs = barba ann by the beach boys, party all time by eddie murphy and funky town, by i forget who.. but won’t you take me to, FUNKY TOWN!!!

 

 

peace, love, and kindness,

 

always, eric w. desselle