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Lady DawnLady Dawn, please spread your fingers On everyone alike I have seen the sun set on all men But rarely have I seen it, Rise How might, you ask, can a man Die, but not be born? But so few, Hatch from their eggs To see the world of the sun We all see the darkness Over our eyes In death and life alike We are all just spiritual skeletons Longing for the breath of lifeLady Dawn
February 2, 2007
by ~ashweddy
DominoesHey, girl, how are your dominoes? Do you got 'em stacked in a row, One after the other, Or are they still in the box Brand new and never opened Or old and dusty like you, Never cared Don't you know girl, That if you don't lay 'em out, Firmly rooted They might come tumblin' down Or if you leave 'em in the box, They'll sit there Like money in a hole in the ground Till they rot there Or wash away Or you forget they're hiding Don't you know you gotta, Lay 'em out So they turn into the ground we walk on And not the clouds we lookDominoes
by ~ashweddy
Forbidden SinOpen up, let me in I have my forbidden sin You have yours too I know I saw you through the window You left it open when you went to town You didn't think anyone was around You saw me on the way to church Hiding behind the skinny birch The book in my hand, the falling of man The apple, the fruit of the clan You were there in your dark Sunday best And I in my grays, plainly dressed You looked at me without a question why, I suppose you thought I would not pry Just for once, I'd like to see what you see Sitting at the gates of the Lord's mercyForbidden Sin
by ~ashweddy
Where have you gone?Where have you gone, my prince charming, From my dreams at night Pray, are you cross with my lips Wet with the kisses of toads?Where have you gone?
Where is my dress made of morning glories and lillies? Where are my shoes made of the clouds? My slippers don't step like a ballerina Anymore
How come the vision of you on the blades of grass Dried up in the midday sun? And why do the hands you held, Now wither up red roses?
How come our kisses beneath the canopy of trees Turned bitter at the foot of the village?
January 23, 2007
by ~ashweddy
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- Current Residence: Seattle
- Interests: Art. Literature. Theatre.
- Favourite movie: Gigi
- Favourite band or musician: Brand New
- Favourite genre of music: Indie
- Favourite artist: Edvard Munch
- Favourite poet or writer: Carl Sandburg and George Orwell
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