Sunday, January 2, 2011

Youth and Sunshine Memories

Remember we were dreamers, when –
Remember when we dreamed?
I flew so high in melting fire
Soft synapse, sparked and preened.

 
Remember then the nightmares?
Terror, force and pain?
We breathed so fierce in lung-trapped claws
We never breathed again.

 
Who were we when in darkened youth
Swells tsunami made of cream?
Death and life rolled into one
Chocolate drowning dream.

2 comments:

  1. +1 Approval of comprehensible poem
    +1 Yay! for Tsunamis made of cream

    Welcome to the all-new 2011, the newest year in existence! (so far)

    Now marketing time itself,
    Regards,
    Vark

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  2. Vark!!! I'm so glad I scored two points from you.

    "A poem must not mean,
    But be." --Ars Poetica

    Miss you dude!

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