Saturday, March 15, 2008

BumbleBee

It’s drivin’ me cra-zy

All these jumps and halts

All these tumbling through somersaults and air

And all these let downs and highs

It’s drivin me CRA-zy

All these you don’t know’s

And all these you’ll know soon's

And all these take my heed

Take my ultimate warning's.

You’re drivin’ me crazy.

This inner mind

This judging eye

This slanderous mouth

Those cold-blooded lips

So callused with care

And pretend that you care

I don’t care.

Perhaps if I’m cra-zy

I’ll find all I need

A Stability

In crude, lifeless care

In direct passing passion

In hommage to life

In writing

In writing

Find me.


.me.

1 comment:

Unan blogi (Entinen Hallatar) said...

Poetry is really the music of the soul. =)