- Mar 19, 2001
- 2,627
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she took a trip
on the ship of relations
that her mother said she
needed to look into before
taking, said she couldn't
even swim but the water
in his eyes glistened when
he spoke to her so off she
went
leaving the dock she waved
to an image of herself holding
a key in it's hand / this key
was to a closet where hung a rainjacket
she kept in times when she needed to
cry...she didn't need it
HE was the one
That day she left beautiful
unblemished unfettered by
unknown fears she had none
regarding HIM...
*TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK*
the passage of time has her now
looking back on the day she left
the dock...leaving her friend her SELF
behind holding a key she desperately
needs now...
She became an Indigo woman bruised
singing the blues so uncertain
of self she refuses to get off this
cruise cause now there's four other
mouths to feed while her mouth
bleeds after being struck
cause his manhood manual is dated
"cro-magnon B.S"
"before sense" and her mother words that
"it wasn't common to everyone"
reverberates in her head nightly
as she dreams with her eyes open
swallowing the moons rays
cause her days don't exist
cause days are synonymous to happiness
not being in a daze of praying
for loneliness cause his presence
is an anti-hedonist existence...
she reminisces of days where her
mind ran free where she looked in
pools and saw beauty that was she
now she can't recognize herself
But everyone still comments
how beautiful she is not knowing
she wears the mask
of so many / so many would not see
her nakedness...the waterfalls...
that flood her insides that drowns
her spirit causing her
soul to turn indigo from lack of
oxygen...
*TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK*
She stands on the stern tired/with
bones the hue of nature's night backdrop
with a rock in hand and a chain
uniting it with her freedom...
she tosses it...four children cry
cause mommy died...not understanding that
the smiles she had were reserved for them,
and that her smile died a long time ago...
before she became an Indigo Woman.
(c)2001 blakverb
on the ship of relations
that her mother said she
needed to look into before
taking, said she couldn't
even swim but the water
in his eyes glistened when
he spoke to her so off she
went
leaving the dock she waved
to an image of herself holding
a key in it's hand / this key
was to a closet where hung a rainjacket
she kept in times when she needed to
cry...she didn't need it
HE was the one
That day she left beautiful
unblemished unfettered by
unknown fears she had none
regarding HIM...
*TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK*
the passage of time has her now
looking back on the day she left
the dock...leaving her friend her SELF
behind holding a key she desperately
needs now...
She became an Indigo woman bruised
singing the blues so uncertain
of self she refuses to get off this
cruise cause now there's four other
mouths to feed while her mouth
bleeds after being struck
cause his manhood manual is dated
"cro-magnon B.S"
"before sense" and her mother words that
"it wasn't common to everyone"
reverberates in her head nightly
as she dreams with her eyes open
swallowing the moons rays
cause her days don't exist
cause days are synonymous to happiness
not being in a daze of praying
for loneliness cause his presence
is an anti-hedonist existence...
she reminisces of days where her
mind ran free where she looked in
pools and saw beauty that was she
now she can't recognize herself
But everyone still comments
how beautiful she is not knowing
she wears the mask
of so many / so many would not see
her nakedness...the waterfalls...
that flood her insides that drowns
her spirit causing her
soul to turn indigo from lack of
oxygen...
*TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK*
She stands on the stern tired/with
bones the hue of nature's night backdrop
with a rock in hand and a chain
uniting it with her freedom...
she tosses it...four children cry
cause mommy died...not understanding that
the smiles she had were reserved for them,
and that her smile died a long time ago...
before she became an Indigo Woman.
(c)2001 blakverb
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