tomorrows sun

by curtis apple

Posted to Poetry on 2003-12-21 04:31:00

paths opening on every place
found a message on the way
read it to myself aloud
undeneath a passing crowd
the fruits of labour leave you dry
wishing with an openeye
forever longing to be free
i go down by to the sea
where the stones go beneath the waves
where nature spends her days
and there she is writhing in her beauty
happy and immortal easy for some
the crying game has just begun
for peace of mind falls deaf
here i lay u down to rest
to sleep beneath the open sky
the clouds are shapes of honey pie
i can see alot from where i stand
where the liquid goes on and on
the tempo of the waves
that count the rythm with the days
damned up and downs of an ocean deep mind
my ship is sailng above the turmoil
the storminess is refreshing
the golden shreds of shite
belong to the dulcet tones
pinned by the nations of the devil and his sons
the crawling lines of buildings
burn through our moral ground
finding shards of promise
in the eyes of an old blood hound
for now my feet are on the ground
but i don’t want fools gold
or any colour
things some have been chasing
don’t hold it aganst them
maybe they just never thought
but its the lesson from the heart that puts it right
there not much i can say



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