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The catalytic ways now exchanged for a lifetime,
Walks as a ghost with just memories for pride,
A new perspective for love as only words keep him cozy,
Keeps his dreams in a briefcase that he holds at his side,
And while he watches the sunlight that casts no more shadows,
Beneath and behind on the grass that he stands,
He reaches to caress the smile that enlights him,
But stops himself knowing there's no heat in his hands,
So why should he touch those that he loves so dearly,
When his hand would just pass straight through their skin,
And why should he kiss the lips of his passion,
When they wouldn't feel the warmth from within,
So the ghost thinks and waits with his hands in his pockets,
Standing and smiling to those who now part,
The invisible dreamer who waits by the river,
Waiting for someone to notice his heart.
And in the midst of confusion the dawning conclusion,
Of what a true friend can truly achieve,
As the sand trickles downward to finish us later,
We're wasting too much with the feeling to grieve,
And in a glitter of hope and a glimmer of wonder,
An answer with no question, a fear that's been met,
We're giving up on the thought that these moons aren't in orbit,
We're going to retrieve what we still want to get,
And the shock that might come those that might notice,
The ghost who stands on the river alone,
Would open all paths that still look too crooked,
Take all the half-truths and set them in stone,
And the skin and the warmth of the ghost that's so happy,
Fighting through tears like through rain with a knife,
The passionate kiss of the invisible dreamers,
Would pass them both on into their present life.
Like a splash of cool water while you swim through a river,
Like a breath of fresh air in the land we call home,
To see the world through your eyes instead of another's,
To be surrounded by people and to not feel alone,
A sleeping beauty awakened by the kiss of a prince,
Will from then on stand to bare her own heeds,
To be released from your cage does not make it true,
For you to be binded to your saviour's needs,
There's no lead to take you from one cage to another,
There's no door that you need that has to be shut,
There's only love in this world that can keep your face smiling,
The only strings we attach are there to be cut,
And the only truth in this lifetime is it's not how you see it,
The only thing to be sure of is we haven't a clue,
The invisible dreamers are all sat together,
We're smiling as one and we're thinking of you.
Walks as a ghost with just memories for pride,
A new perspective for love as only words keep him cozy,
Keeps his dreams in a briefcase that he holds at his side,
And while he watches the sunlight that casts no more shadows,
Beneath and behind on the grass that he stands,
He reaches to caress the smile that enlights him,
But stops himself knowing there's no heat in his hands,
So why should he touch those that he loves so dearly,
When his hand would just pass straight through their skin,
And why should he kiss the lips of his passion,
When they wouldn't feel the warmth from within,
So the ghost thinks and waits with his hands in his pockets,
Standing and smiling to those who now part,
The invisible dreamer who waits by the river,
Waiting for someone to notice his heart.
And in the midst of confusion the dawning conclusion,
Of what a true friend can truly achieve,
As the sand trickles downward to finish us later,
We're wasting too much with the feeling to grieve,
And in a glitter of hope and a glimmer of wonder,
An answer with no question, a fear that's been met,
We're giving up on the thought that these moons aren't in orbit,
We're going to retrieve what we still want to get,
And the shock that might come those that might notice,
The ghost who stands on the river alone,
Would open all paths that still look too crooked,
Take all the half-truths and set them in stone,
And the skin and the warmth of the ghost that's so happy,
Fighting through tears like through rain with a knife,
The passionate kiss of the invisible dreamers,
Would pass them both on into their present life.
Like a splash of cool water while you swim through a river,
Like a breath of fresh air in the land we call home,
To see the world through your eyes instead of another's,
To be surrounded by people and to not feel alone,
A sleeping beauty awakened by the kiss of a prince,
Will from then on stand to bare her own heeds,
To be released from your cage does not make it true,
For you to be binded to your saviour's needs,
There's no lead to take you from one cage to another,
There's no door that you need that has to be shut,
There's only love in this world that can keep your face smiling,
The only strings we attach are there to be cut,
And the only truth in this lifetime is it's not how you see it,
The only thing to be sure of is we haven't a clue,
The invisible dreamers are all sat together,
We're smiling as one and we're thinking of you.
I don't feel as... um... forceful, as I used to. Perhaps it'll just come full circle again, but this is the most mentally relaxed I've ever been. Hope it lasts. :0)
I'm never really kinda proud of poetry. I write it because it helps me at the time, but I take much more pride in stuff like the Fog Stories, drawings, toys I make. Guess I'm learning all the time really.
Every day I get a little sexier.
I'm never really kinda proud of poetry. I write it because it helps me at the time, but I take much more pride in stuff like the Fog Stories, drawings, toys I make. Guess I'm learning all the time really.
Every day I get a little sexier.
Very good.
Not being so blatant about trying to put across a message, as your peoms used to.
Not being so blatant about trying to put across a message, as your peoms used to.
"Poncy in brackets" - didn't find it that way. I thought it had an inspirational charm.
Why is it when I read poetry I always feel like I'm being buried under words?
Why is it when I read poetry I always feel like I'm being buried under words?
The catalytic ways now exchanged for a lifetime,
Walks as a ghost with just memories for pride,
A new perspective for love as only words keep him cozy,
Keeps his dreams in a briefcase that he holds at his side,
And while he watches the sunlight that casts no more shadows,
Beneath and behind on the grass that he stands,
He reaches to caress the smile that enlights him,
But stops himself knowing there's no heat in his hands,
So why should he touch those that he loves so dearly,
When his hand would just pass straight through their skin,
And why should he kiss the lips of his passion,
When they wouldn't feel the warmth from within,
So the ghost thinks and waits with his hands in his pockets,
Standing and smiling to those who now part,
The invisible dreamer who waits by the river,
Waiting for someone to notice his heart.
And in the midst of confusion the dawning conclusion,
Of what a true friend can truly achieve,
As the sand trickles downward to finish us later,
We're wasting too much with the feeling to grieve,
And in a glitter of hope and a glimmer of wonder,
An answer with no question, a fear that's been met,
We're giving up on the thought that these moons aren't in orbit,
We're going to retrieve what we still want to get,
And the shock that might come those that might notice,
The ghost who stands on the river alone,
Would open all paths that still look too crooked,
Take all the half-truths and set them in stone,
And the skin and the warmth of the ghost that's so happy,
Fighting through tears like through rain with a knife,
The passionate kiss of the invisible dreamers,
Would pass them both on into their present life.
Like a splash of cool water while you swim through a river,
Like a breath of fresh air in the land we call home,
To see the world through your eyes instead of another's,
To be surrounded by people and to not feel alone,
A sleeping beauty awakened by the kiss of a prince,
Will from then on stand to bare her own heeds,
To be released from your cage does not make it true,
For you to be binded to your saviour's needs,
There's no lead to take you from one cage to another,
There's no door that you need that has to be shut,
There's only love in this world that can keep your face smiling,
The only strings we attach are there to be cut,
And the only truth in this lifetime is it's not how you see it,
The only thing to be sure of is we haven't a clue,
The invisible dreamers are all sat together,
We're smiling as one and we're thinking of you.
Walks as a ghost with just memories for pride,
A new perspective for love as only words keep him cozy,
Keeps his dreams in a briefcase that he holds at his side,
And while he watches the sunlight that casts no more shadows,
Beneath and behind on the grass that he stands,
He reaches to caress the smile that enlights him,
But stops himself knowing there's no heat in his hands,
So why should he touch those that he loves so dearly,
When his hand would just pass straight through their skin,
And why should he kiss the lips of his passion,
When they wouldn't feel the warmth from within,
So the ghost thinks and waits with his hands in his pockets,
Standing and smiling to those who now part,
The invisible dreamer who waits by the river,
Waiting for someone to notice his heart.
And in the midst of confusion the dawning conclusion,
Of what a true friend can truly achieve,
As the sand trickles downward to finish us later,
We're wasting too much with the feeling to grieve,
And in a glitter of hope and a glimmer of wonder,
An answer with no question, a fear that's been met,
We're giving up on the thought that these moons aren't in orbit,
We're going to retrieve what we still want to get,
And the shock that might come those that might notice,
The ghost who stands on the river alone,
Would open all paths that still look too crooked,
Take all the half-truths and set them in stone,
And the skin and the warmth of the ghost that's so happy,
Fighting through tears like through rain with a knife,
The passionate kiss of the invisible dreamers,
Would pass them both on into their present life.
Like a splash of cool water while you swim through a river,
Like a breath of fresh air in the land we call home,
To see the world through your eyes instead of another's,
To be surrounded by people and to not feel alone,
A sleeping beauty awakened by the kiss of a prince,
Will from then on stand to bare her own heeds,
To be released from your cage does not make it true,
For you to be binded to your saviour's needs,
There's no lead to take you from one cage to another,
There's no door that you need that has to be shut,
There's only love in this world that can keep your face smiling,
The only strings we attach are there to be cut,
And the only truth in this lifetime is it's not how you see it,
The only thing to be sure of is we haven't a clue,
The invisible dreamers are all sat together,
We're smiling as one and we're thinking of you.