Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Anger

I dont miss you anymore
When you go away
I just do my thing
And live my days

But she does

I miss you for her
When she cries
I get angry with you
For not being there for me

And her...

Writer's Block

The frustration and pain of bloodied hands
Beating against my brick walls
And the Acrid Acidity of it all burns my mind
As I am lost in my meanderings
But blocked from my muse
Because I hold myself back
The future looks bleak
The pungent odor of indecision
Permeates the air I won't breathe
I am almost witnessing the death of my muse
Hearing the gasping breath of my determination
My talents have been squandered
The opening act for flashy marquis of sex and trivial pursuits
Mindless monotony has replaced inspiration
And I keep losing track of the words that once flowed like a fountain
A sad waste to find the beast caged, power leashed
Raised by gypsies,
Reformed by Stepford
Denied
Vivid colors fade to Sepia
And in the Mirror you gloat
You assume you have won
But my blood doesnt bleed grey

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Two Stars The Mountains and The Moon

..and in this life
I know the ways
Basing the home
Counting my days
But in my mind
When the pillow meets my head
The thought of you lingers
On my memories I am fed
Chasing my dreams
Wishing to hear from you soon
Far from my grasp
Two stars, Mountains and the moon

Your voice, the whispers
Conversations in passing
Gripping moments in time
The tiny pieces amassing
My heart yearns for a time
When Fate is in tune
Even if for a mere snippet
I wish for two stars, the mountains and the moon

Wary in my worry
Wondering if you feel the same
Waffling back and forth
Hating Life's game
Lush in paradise or lost in the dunes
Nothing ever stops the desire
For two stars, the mountains and the moon

Finding my muse was elating
A missing piece
I am more complete
And my wonders seems not to cease
Oh the beauty, and the bitter pill
Yet unburdened in this boon
At times my heart light, and others heavy
Yearning for two stars, the mountains and the moon

About Me

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I've been Bama since before Myspace, but I've matured, I've toured bits of the world. I'm searching for a place to call home-- but in the mean time, I'm having a great time figuring out the world, finding out who I am in it, and learning all about the people and places in between.