Saturday, January 10, 2009

"A dream from the soul, a living snow globe."

Trapped in a New York snow globe
drinking water from the same source
and oh how sweet
to see it falling, falling down.

Our cars are sleds
traveling down the river
a river that divides the town
forever in this snow globe town

Traveling these roads
torn between who I am
this snow globe my tomb
looking for what I left behind

Drinking from the same source
and you're nowhere to be found
this dream I live
this nightmare, I'll forever know.

A ray of darkness
a nightmarish creation
riding in this sled
with Whitman at the helm.

"Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.", Whitman, "song of myself"

My thoughts turn with poetic favor
insides burn with a beast
a beast of unforgiven failure
contemplation, to see it falling, falling down around.

a creators creation