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by Alisa Js
why place me in the butter bowl
there on the glass, beside
where methods melt and futures glow
inside the mind of all that pass
that lovely butter bowl
I am alive, tell me now
why walk and sway
beside the butterflies that roar
to those that hear alone
oh tell me now you hear
don't leave me in this rain,
the storm has passed and we're alive
let's praise that butter bowl
where methods melt
sweet melodies,
tell me you have heard
the message of my soul
oh dear
tell me, I'm the one
the answers seem so endless here
the questions are for naught,
this time is ours to seek and live
be mine for all it's worth
01/20/2009 Posted on 01/21/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/21/09 at 05:42 PM You make it sound so easy, but I actually kind of like that. Nothing wrong with a little idealism, especially when it's good like this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/21/09 at 08:28 PM ...like that toy that is a stork-thingee that keeps dipping into that glass of water, i'm doing that on the lip of the butter bowl...'methods melting' brilliant... |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 01/25/09 at 12:04 PM Excellent flow and very good imagery. Great stuff! |
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