Sit here - with me (watch the seasons dance your dance) by Sam RobertsSwinging insanely, this chair creeps
crows nest, and the back of my head is smiling, its so sweet
drawing blood from my ear
Awake in the winters wedlock, tying the air and my lips together
frozen over, mute.
So,
Sit here;
may the blood bullets screw inside, slip inside your wasted fingers
Tearing you apart, half lip, a simple Half lip
a simple blood river to have me cower.
These are my shoes youve trampled in
I am infected and subdued,
and so you continue, laying my emptiness to re live my autumn in your hands,
I was happy being empty and the autumns dry leaves that whispered
Around my feet.
But the colours always soothed you more
Befriend it, sit here.
Standing on springs feet!
Oooh, so floozy with your wondrous words
Death is kinder
Ive forgotten how to write about the seasons 04/09/2004 Posted on 04/09/2004 Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
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Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/09/04 at 05:24 PM Passionate, image rich writing Sam. Well done! Thanks for sharing ;) |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/11/04 at 01:20 PM 'Befriend it, sit here', this simple line speaks volumes.This feeling of feeling one with what is, is WHAT IS. Beautiful.
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Posted by Richard Trotter on 04/12/04 at 08:55 PM beautiful |
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/02/04 at 03:46 AM so sad and lovely...god that made me want to cry...i hope that was the effect you were going for... |
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