Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Friday, October 09, 2009

Dreams Are Like Spiders in Heaven



dreams are like spiders in heaven
weaving their webs in the dark
lightly they scatter the starlight
some say they're lost in their art
lost in their art

mountains don't share their opinions
rivers don't carry the sun
water is everyone's lover
sometimes you just better run
just better run

here is where fantasy started
here is where romeo died
here is the place
where lover's embrace
here is where juliet cried
say goodbye

the roots of the master are lively
digging like crabs in the earth
taste is for lips of desire
blood is what comes with your birth
comes with your birth

line up the numbers and quiver
crunching the lines on the grid
let it all go, and what do you know
take a look and see what you did

here is where fantasy started
here is where romeo died
here is the place
where lover's embrace
here is where juliet cried
say goodbye

someone is crawling in ether
they broke the formaldehyde jar
the veins of the forest are emptied
the needles all burned in the car

the metal is twisted and careless
the curves are like waves in the sand
she fell from the wreckage all broken
clutching leaves that looked like a man

here is where fantasy started
here is where romeo died
here is the place
where lover's embrace
here is where juliet cried
say goodbye

dreams are like spiders in heaven
weaving their webs in the dark
lightly they scatter the starlight
some say they're lost in their art
lost in their art

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Image by mjs

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1 Comments:

At 7:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is very nice. I have a little three-fourths time thing in my head to go with. . .

--Oscar

 

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