Useless Bantering
09/16/97

Oh baby, where do dreams go? Visions of holding hands in a huge flower filled meadow. Us, gazing deeply into each other eyes. Holding each other firmly. Do those images spread their majestic wings, circling over head, just out of reach? Sometimes I hear their laughter. It only makes tears fill the blue stars in your eyes. Do dreams even exist? Or are they just a cruel hoax? The temptation to find the start of such rumors and strangle the very life from them is sometimes too great.

The price of the stars, is not as great as your eyes. Bluer than the mystical sky. They found my inner sanity and keep it well groomed. Tell me all that I want to know. Tell me all that I want to hear. Let my ears ring from the beautiful images of two lovers expressing themselves. Show me your heart for I have none of my own. Gently without a sound, I close myself off and let the salty tears run down my cheek. Paint my soul and cleanse it by burning it. Burn it so that it's pure. Use the light it gives off to guide you on your journies. May the light burn white with out a shadow of a doubt. Sweetness, souls cry and hearts bleed. Pain of separation is felt by all. The distance when it comes to love, has no limit. Wheather it be a few yards to even a difeerent state, love can a nd will preveil if tyou want it to. Trust must be give and held in the highest degree to make things fallen together.

Caressing fanasties fill my void. Holding me off til the next time when our warm eyes cross again. Holding you near, devours my mind, every lasting moment. Let our caffeine induced love, rage all night. Make it roaring loud and original. Let the gods hear us. Let them envy us. Then climb back into our love trace which binds us together and keeps us blowing kissing over telephones. Do I care about everyone else? I am I, content with the maiden that makes and brightens my world. Colored and glowing from her love for me. I thank her for her trust in my heart.

My sweet fair angel, where do the children play? Their playground is covered in broken glass and screaming women. A little child sits under a rusted slide. He clears the tears from his eyes. He wipes his nose on his sleeve. He looks around the desolate area. Nothing can change things for the better. This things will be like this forever. No place to play unless it's all cleaned up and lighted. The sorrow filled the void... Where is my heart? Where are my eyes? I cry now. I cry hard enough just for you to hear. What else should I do? Should I put on my face? There is no reason to smile. Let me drown in my tears, so I no longer feel the ache in my heart. Forever filling the world with the saddness that eats me. I'm imprisioned in my sad world, alone and cold.

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