Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sky as a dancer
I saw such thick clouds swallow up the sky,
The dark nighttime sky
Painted with those thunderclouds.
So I let my many delusions carry me home,
Praying that the sky would open up
And bleed some of its rain on me.
So I would have something to show
For my time spent observing.
All I can offer is my original fire
Which tears are slowly replacing.
I do remember that night
Whereas people so soon forget
The sky on a night like that.
There was nothing unusual about that night.
It was only an ennui night,
Cold and warm, and stars
That looked full of thought.
All I could think about was how
This is too much like suicide.
July 25, 2005
Suge
*The title really doesn't seem to relate much to the poem itself, but I liked it*
The dark nighttime sky
Painted with those thunderclouds.
So I let my many delusions carry me home,
Praying that the sky would open up
And bleed some of its rain on me.
So I would have something to show
For my time spent observing.
All I can offer is my original fire
Which tears are slowly replacing.
I do remember that night
Whereas people so soon forget
The sky on a night like that.
There was nothing unusual about that night.
It was only an ennui night,
Cold and warm, and stars
That looked full of thought.
All I could think about was how
This is too much like suicide.
July 25, 2005
Suge
*The title really doesn't seem to relate much to the poem itself, but I liked it*
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Sky as a dancer
Sky as a dancer
