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with a little piece of god in my hand
i make the stars glow a little longer
i'll wait until she wakes to put them out
there are some beauties that can't be missed
the pictures i've drawn in the sky being one of them
astronomers call this science
scientists call this art
art calls it love
love calls us art
i started it a while ago
painting a boy of about fifteen
on a world of about twenty good people
and about a billion others
that circles the sun
that circles the center
that circles the outer
she put herself in the middle of
well, who knows what
faces and words and lyric
and other people who have helped guide her hand
he called from his canvas to her
she, living on a boundless sheet
left to right stretching for miles
up and down from infinite to infinite
he looked from his city upon a hill
to her universe in black and white
she looked like something special
expertly crafted with only a few
minor flaws to remind the world
she's human too
his voice felt weak
she being surrounded by a
plethora of waiting bodies
but none delved into her soul
and for this, she lamented
he called her and he said very plainly
"there aren't a lot of people here
and that's how i like it and
i know you live the fast life over there
but if you just spent a day here
and let my soul catch yours
you'll never leave again
and you'll never mind that i stole you
to begin with; what do you think?"
her eyes looked on forever
and turned and looked on forever again
and she came off of her world and
he came off of his
she took a breath
and he hoped he could take it away
and he painted her in his favorite colors
and she fit them nicely, and added
her own lights and darks from a
black and white perception
and he shone a little brighter
and turned her gray into silver
and she turned his yellow fear
into gold
like a lion but without the ferocity
maybe a feeling of passion in their radiance
but soon they became too great
for either of their planes
the twenty good people
became twenty envious
the organized chaos organized
against their oneness
unable to be scrambled into a modernist view
they looked every way
and then she looked up
and he looked with her
and they looked into each other
and nodded slightly
and there they sit
in dots and shines
glowing against the world's ink
astronomers call them science
science calls them art
art calls them love
love calls them us
and we call them i
bodies can separate but the soul thinks otherwise.
- by HUMIDIFIER |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/21/2008 |
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- Title: a love song
- Artist: HUMIDIFIER
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Description:
sometimes, you aren't sure if you're with the right one. but, if it makes you happy, why worry now?
DON'T VOTE IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO COMMENT - Date: 07/21/2008
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Nikki4815 - 12/11/2008
- don't listen to MCjack. He's a McJackass. He accused me of submitting a poem ("Unspoken Message", if you want to check it out) that has already been written. I really liked your poem, and McJackass over here needs to get a life outside of making the rest of us angry. It's very well written and don't let anyone who doesn't know what they're talking about tell you otherwise. Poems don't have to rhyme. Everyone knows that. And I read McJackass's poems. They're s**t.
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- SilvertongueSagittarius - 07/28/2008
- not bad at all. the main thing i didnt like was the second stanza. astronomers-science-art-love and back to art. it back tracked but that's just a tiny problem. thank you for showing us a good, non- rhyming poem
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- rosemidnight17 - 07/23/2008
- Wow. Your poetry makes me jealous. lol Its beautiful. Very well written and unique. I don't think I've ever read a poem where the souls seam to be havenly bodies. Creative and just friggin awsome. .
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- I_LIV_FOR_FUN - 07/22/2008
- wow really original and a really good poem
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- Atheshya - 07/21/2008
- Oh my god. I LOVE this poem. It's very origional, has lots of imagery and it seems to break its own reality multiple times. You have to wonder whether the events of it are metaphor or not (what does it mean that they paint each other?). Probably the best poem I've read on Gaia so far. I rarely give a full five stars, but this deserves it, as well as a favourite.
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