high on promise
bloated by disappointment
posted by goldfluke @ 5:55 PM
Monday, July 10, 2006
they walk in
music, beer, smiles
and conversation
they have never been this close
everything accentuates
the possibilities
waving at them like a red flag
the music trips on the alcohol
the future blinds
demands attention
eliminates options
love takes control
this is the beginning
eyes lock unto each other
nobody else is here
they walk in
hoping for music, beer, smiles
and the conversation
they have never been this far
everything accentuates
the impossibilities
waving at them like a red flag
the music trips on the alcohol
the past blinds
demands attention
eliminates options
hate takes control
this is the end
eyes look away
was there ever anybody here?
this is about the writing, not about the writer...
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9 Comments:
two sides of a coin or Run Lola Run?
thats the way love frequently goes ... like the Joan Baez song "Love grows old, and waxes cold" ... even more frequently we jump to conclusions ... isnt it strange how fast and high the flames of anger, the drop of pain surges or falls, inside us, and how quickly it passes us by, if we're only patient ...
sorry, been told so many time not to start off lecturing with my (un-asked-for) POV :)
However, the writing is awesome. Read a lot of blogs today but this is the striking-est. there is something raw and powerful about ur writing that i like ... but i like this better than anything
have more opinions on the post, but will keep shut for now before u throw me outta here
:|
PS - Thats a grimace
where there is smoke.. there has to be a fire.
yes cutting- there had to be someone there.
waving at them like a green flag you mean ( first para).
later...
hmmm...Hate ? such a strong sentiment..you had to see it coming.
Sometimes I wonder if this what happens to all relationships? Questions like why is love disillusioning when it's unconditional and all accepting? keep bothering me, especially at the end of a relationship.
The fear of losing someone we love stops us from growing in a relationship and we continue to seek what we shared in the past.
It's fantastic
it had to be something! if not smoke from a pyre then may be fumes from a chemical reaction!
n if it hurts as much as your verse shows n hides, may be its time u asked yourself: what is it you do want?
(and pls do not pretend u don't hurt, for then u won't be burning holes on blogs...)
do u find the concept of being tied down to one, liberating?
if not, liberate from all ties
or else re think your strat
This is beautifully written hash.
The music trips on alcohol throws such wonderful images.
Yes it's all about the release. Music for some. A scream for someone else.
But maybe it's about finding a temperory state of sanity.
For the madness to start all over again.
Death.
Bacardi Night
It’s the night
The night of the bats
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Bottled bats
Beating their wings
Inside hard glass
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Bats outside bottles
Wings against glass
Beating to be let in
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
In they fly
Into your nose, throat and eyes
Into your head
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Out they fly
Untrapped words
A blur of sense
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Hitting hard
Getting there
What? Where?
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Rush in rush in
More more and more
Fly together with you don’t know who
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
Disappear
When the lights come on
Into the night till next time
Coz it’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over
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