February 9, 2005
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Moon's to the south
Vines in my mouth
Growing to sky
Like money can't buy
Giving away
All the seeds of the day
To keep time at bay
And be swept from the fray
Many things calling
And yet I stand stalling
Constantly walling
Keep spirits from falling
Through dark of night I hunger for the dawn
And with it signs of gently moving on
Comments (16)
nice. :] i like the mental images of growth.
Yes it's hard to beleive that those suits were ever in style.
Nice poem
Feel like you're spinning your wheels sometimes?
I agree with the first comment. Very nice mental imagery. I feel like I spelled that wrong, but what are you going to do?
and I agree that in reference to the poem, those suits were never in style.
-B
Absolutely wonderful. I like the realness of the message in this~!
I've lost my poetic underdog lately. Seems to be sleeping
Hope all is well with you Justin. Take care.
Hope you're doing OK....
Quite surreal this one, the forced rhymes make it as much so as the words. Interesting poem
This is so wonderfully written. I have been here before....I was told I had found a bug when I tried to comment. Hope this one goes through. You are very talented and seemingly have a warm heart.
justin do have a warm heart.
i was so glad to see you pop in on my site justin. i just recently fired this ol' thing back up again. exellent to hear from you again.
i hope you're doin really well, and love your poem. you take care , k!
iron
p.s. arse formus.
Is this a song?
..I have been shamed...with great poetry like that, there's no way I can compete. The stuff I write seems insipid and infantile in comparison...I think i'm going to stop writing now, for i'm just not that good.
You, however, are great at what you do. Keep it up, so that way I can one day buy a book with your poetry in it and read it constantly!
I was listening to some of your Ticklish Brother songs online and I miss you guys.
keep up your spirits!
Where are you? Did the boxes get you???
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