Stayed Home
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Shimmering like moon rocks
Sparkle in the sunset rise
Rythem dull, lullaby smile
Lasts a moment pace always
Steady like a drum of tone
Ready, breathing, still at

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Shimmering the Sunday fall
Summer casts out glance in
Thin winter morning colder
Than many days before, try
To reassure myself that it
Doesn't matter if I wear a
Quilt and comb my hair and

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Waits for me beyond a step
I can't see past my regret
Running wild without voice
Nothing seems to be choice
Choice of mine, one I know
Is it true, is it so, does
It really matter, do we go

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Powers, still my bloodline
Follows me, where I stray!
Life is just a moment now
Life is still so far away
One letter less, tone, more
Nothing better, not before
The world in shambles fell
But I stayed within myself

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