Thursday, March 10, 2005

CHASING BLISS

elusive contentment
let the devil kiss your cheeks
I will not fly to neverwhere
if that is where you run to
not as if I am not wont to do
as I am unable
as I simply can't...
yet if you'd care to meet me
in the middle of a rugged cliff
on the edge of a craggy mountain
I will take the road less traveled
and I will be there

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for words
are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".

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