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dedications (ghc)

Posted to Action Poetry

i stared at my hands
buttery honey brown
extensions that
create me
palms facin down
lookin deeper
into the pores
at the scars
the lines
the past
the need
and i thought
of you
something hidden
in the recess
where i once felt
my tears were mine
and mine alone
listenin to a static crackle
that pierced the darkness
with blu white intensity
makin me sadder
at what i lacked
my mind fell over
into the gutter
to mingle with debris
with poison
the silent scream
my life
has always known
while the vessel
that is me
stayed sessile
under small white clouds
that dabble overhead
rollin around
on the blu of a sky
deep than my thoughts
movin with
everything around me
feelin smaller
until i vanished
seein outside
of what i was
the salt still
hangin on my cheeks
while my threnody
covers the flesh
to mask what lives
in notes
you can decipher
beneath the stars
that shine for you
starin into
your own hands
i realize
i miss you...

tradition for me, is to dedicate a song for friends, here is my song for, there is always a sun

some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed, some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed, some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need, i say love, it is a flower, and you, it's only seed, it's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance, it's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance, it's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give, and the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live, when the night, has been too lonely, and the road, has been too long, and you think that love is only, for the lucky and the strong, just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed, that with the suns love, in the spring, becomes, the rose...
better midler's 'the rose'