neilsthepoet blog: March 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

All this Death and Beauty

All this Death and Beauty

All these walks in the moonlit night
All these stories that are told
All these inner struggles as to what is right

Oh where for art our soul
But in our eyes and hands
How is it that we use our intellect
Till we rise above what we understand

There is more eternity in a blade of grass
Than anything that I will ever write
Like that would somehow stop me
From refracting off this light

That I have seen as inspiration
That I have heard in a wise mans song
That I have seen on a teenager
Although there I believe it was a thong

All this Death and beauty

All these tests along our way
All our accomplishments and failures
All this Death and Beauty

That takes our breath away

9:09 pm
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9:25 pm


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Random thoughts of Spring

Random thoughts of Spring

Some girls are as cold as ice
And some just blow you away
Some just want you to be all nicey nice
And others turn the night into day

Some girls are alway busy busy
But some how manage to draw near
Some will even dare to stand with you
Through your real anger challenges and tears

Some girls are from heaven above
And still somehow as naughty as Hell
Some girls like to wear leather gloves
And are ready to go bell to bell

Some girls can make you sigh
Some girls revive your soul
Some girls somehow know the magic
Of being simultaneously shy

And bold

4:04 pm
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4:25 pm