A Journal of Sorts
when I die... "put all my ashes in an etch-a-sketch and then you can play with me whenever you want" ~ John Legiuzamo ~ the world offers a new thought... I don't think it would work, but it's an oddly romantic idea that appeals to me (wouldncha know)... somehow, though, I think Etch-a-Sketches work on magnetism (but isn't romance a powerful form of magnetism?... alas, flippant doesn't work in physics though)... . o O ( ahhh, if there were only more great thinkers in this world ) O o . if I wasn't crazy, I'd surely go mad don't worry, I'm lazy, so it's not so bad the message is hazy, it's merely a fad but still you amaze me, I hope you are glad if you don't know who you are, it's probably not you (pick a grin, any grin)... and let that be a valuable lesson to all of us, whatever it is... then the story continues with our heroine reading of elsewheres where faraway is nearer than there... and she has room to roam, room to grow, room with a view so all who watch can know she walks around naked in front of the TV imagining famous folk watching her... she's only half crazy, the other half lies under oath and the stars she believes that she flies through the night under heavenly eyes... and yes, knowing her as I do... if she did, it would be no surprise... the audience arrives... seated only to rise at the prize she deserves our devotion she deserves out emotion she causes a commotion from across the ocean and there's not much I can do but let her know and make promises I hope to keep too far away to be part of her show I gently rock myself to sleep to dream of better feelings that the haunting floating around me right now... to reach beyond to her light where the hope still seems to live and breathe... to complete another cycle of love's merry-go-round... to conclude the time of mourning, no need to grieve... to emerge whole and ready to believe... until then I wait here sleeping holding on to promises I am still keeping and if I die before I wake the love we save is equal to the love we make wait, if I die before I wake the love we save is equal to the love we take wait, if I die before I wake the love we save is equal to the love we gave wait... |
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