If you step along the long stream-shore,
around the place where the two banks meet.
Well they used to meet, but do no more
and now a wistful watcher waits.
If time is ever always pressing on,
and hearts are ever looking back,
Then one that looks will see beyond,
and one will see the futures past.
The watcher, woman, waiting, lonely
waits there for her friends and lover,
in a blue gown, blowing only
in a wind of long ago, a breath of far away.
As the sun spreads out its fingers,
a boat rows down the shining river,
The flower of spring still yet it lingers,
its captain proud
When you smiled that cigarette,
brown, out of the white cold around you,
I wanted to say something
but I couldn't bring myself
to the shapes of the silly, stupid letters.
My tongue tapped my teeth,
and I held it still for another drag
and the moment passed
into the queue of a thousand more.
Wistfully over other smoke,
sappers under my city walls,
my eyes drifted to yours away.
It would undercut both our capitals
to open up those gates.
I'm so foolish, sitting there
and you so calm collected and austere.
It's not a love song,
trust me,
just a closer walk with thee;
singing to the moon over coffee
would suit me just fine.
Summer Evening in C-ville
Laughing coffee-shop style
Ripples from the barstools,
As we sit and talk about the
Non-things of funn-ness and
The birthdays of good friends.
Nobody goes without a good
Laugh, and we walk around the
Shopping centre with its empty
Full shops and we buy dreams
In a plastic disc with the imperial
Marca registrada of a bygone
Age. Happy birthday gifts so
Fine and we are walking again in
The candy-coated twilight of the
Mind. Cheating and steadfast
People are mentioned but
Nothing too serious to talk about.
There behind a dark screen of
Anonymity are men buying chains
Only tw
If you step along the long stream-shore,
around the place where the two banks meet.
Well they used to meet, but do no more
and now a wistful watcher waits.
If time is ever always pressing on,
and hearts are ever looking back,
Then one that looks will see beyond,
and one will see the futures past.
The watcher, woman, waiting, lonely
waits there for her friends and lover,
in a blue gown, blowing only
in a wind of long ago, a breath of far away.
As the sun spreads out its fingers,
a boat rows down the shining river,
The flower of spring still yet it lingers,
its captain proud
When you smiled that cigarette,
brown, out of the white cold around you,
I wanted to say something
but I couldn't bring myself
to the shapes of the silly, stupid letters.
My tongue tapped my teeth,
and I held it still for another drag
and the moment passed
into the queue of a thousand more.
Wistfully over other smoke,
sappers under my city walls,
my eyes drifted to yours away.
It would undercut both our capitals
to open up those gates.
I'm so foolish, sitting there
and you so calm collected and austere.
It's not a love song,
trust me,
just a closer walk with thee;
singing to the moon over coffee
would suit me just fine.
Current Residence: Pittsburgh Favourite genre of music: Techno Favourite photographer: oklisa Favourite style of art: Architecture Operating System: WinXP MP3 player of choice: Winamp Favourite cartoon character: Spiderman Personal Quote: "I am anything."
So I've begun writing this new series (some of you familiar with my livejournal will have heard much of this already) about a kind of "Underworld" (like the movie) only set in Pittsburgh, and involving locations we not only know and love, but can actually visit.
The supernatural beings in the story are, besides the "traditional" two, vampires and werewolves, the wereravens and the zombies. The wereravens (called Corwen) are, as far as I am aware, my own invention, and I'm pretty partial to them as characters because unlike the werewolves and vampires, they have no baggage of how everyone expects them to be. Tynan, the "main character" of t
Just wanted to mark this weekend. It was one of the best times I've had this whole semester. I am about to head into some pretty bleak and beautiful country, if life's really like a journey, and I don't know exactly where I'll stand when I get out.
It's interesting to me to fall into a state of being where everything rushes together transcendentally, and i forget that i am not just an observer, and i can watch everything go by and forget who I am.