Still Falling For:


Lady LoveDay by day she waits Ever staring deeply with the eyes of tomorrow She sings Octaves high of the onsite of love Silent Yet playful And ever more She screams Oh God more Her heart bleeds in onion slices Piercing like glass shards And burning like the last of the age old rum And yet her cries Fall upon deaf ears All of course, but my own Love me, She hums in silence Murmured in the dark These games We play them foolishly Tickling And tacking delicately As if we were children Born into an unsung world SpLady Love


Magic of the Music ManHe bounded Endless through the desert of dreams Dry and unceasing Ever detouring from the streams of indigo Cross mountains He caught the mysticism of her eyes The girl conjured deep within the sanctity From the dreams of his own And now Sitting Sighing Waiting Breathless On his mundane plane of reality Forced into screaming shape And so he sang to her Silently as if upon the ears of the deaf He strummed a melody of her name Despair and solitude is all that returned He shouted his promises In a cloud coated in nicotine  Magic of the Music Man
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Freelance Artist/Graphic Designer & Photographer with over 15 years of experience.
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Language Geek.
In Perpetual Search of Advanced Critique
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Language Geek.
In Perpetual Search of Advanced Critique
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Language Geek.
In Perpetual Search of Advanced Critique
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~Greg
"Like a Bullet threw a flock of Doves..."
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It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
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