Am i waking up at all anymore? problems are cured through clinking ice searching for the one who shows eye contact the one wiht the words the nice words nice I dont know yet i dont care the imperfections of life cause me not to question not to dare to hell with the overrated kisses the cracked up emotions the melting ice unanswered wishes
Sounds like you need somebody to warm up that ice and melt it away for you. Sometimes the ice is self imposed, sometimes not. Cool poem, though.
Words of love , soft and tangent , won't win a girls heart anymore. If you love her ,then you must 'send' her , somewhere she's never been before . Worn out phrases and long engagements won't get you where you wanna go............. No !
budburner....the ice i think is definetly self inflicted...however with the probelmes are cured through clinking ice i was kinda getting towards the people who drink life and problems away ya know? oh well wasnt that good of a poem just sort of wrote it quickly
As I pondered lifes counfusions , My rewards were dis-illusions. Perhaps today I'll find a way, to end my social subtefugion , or run astray ........like yesterday, Filling my needs ,with substitutions. 1972 roach