Feels Like Sunday Morning We live in a world that will be torn asunder. When the pegs of the earth no longer hold, When the hopeful sunrise will incinerate, When the heavens pour mercilessly, When the havens are not safe, When the void engulfs us, When love dissolves, When we know naught from good or evil. Then will the blind see, And so will the deaf hear. Then will the dumb speak of a Creator, And know that He who creates, Can destroy. We will be reminded of our deeds. When it that would, Comes. suf rambled at 7/15/2006 06:52:00 am
Feels Like Sunday Morning How, Do you plague me with such a burden of forlorn. How, Do I ever hope to release my ego from this selfless bane. How, Do I look into your eyes without reminiscing the moment I fell. Can I still hold myself when you hold me. Or will I destroy us till it ends. Maybe its a phase. Save me. ewww suf shut up, you know its never gonna work. so gaaaaaaayyyyy..... suf rambled at 7/12/2006 10:06:00 am
Feels Like Sunday Morning Precipitation fell upon our little blue green island, Floating in the sea of fallen leaves and forgotten cargo. Rivers of spilled shiraz, Rivers of spent tears. To join the sand and flowers of our blanketed past. Yesterday was history, Tomorrow will be fantasy, And tomorrow's yesterday is but a fracture of reality. Tales of the blue and green resounds in time. Remembered in yours as it will always be in mine? For it was not into my ear you whispered, But into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, But my soul. Yet, If sunsets could conjure rainbows, Whisper not to me of the rising sun, On a wet sunday morning. suf rambled at 7/09/2006 04:25:00 pm
|
Previous Post
Cant get 'nuff of em...
Al-Qaeda Memo They got them too...
Tag it!
|