Thursday, August 5, 2010


Photo Credit: Katayun

Ok I know this isn't bike related but I wrote this for Writer's Group today and I really thought it captured how I have been feeling lately.

Such a pretty word
Poets love the word

Just saying the word makes me feel poetic
Group it in with Azure, Tympany and Onomotopeia
And you got yourself something special
A true blue died in the wool Lizard kind

Come on baby Light my Fire - Doors Lyric
But their wrong, They are all wrong

Is an ugly word
A word that falls from lips like kisses don’t
A word that means No
A word that means Never
A word that Scream Loss

There is no
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the Night on fire

The word means alone
The word means Isolated
The word Screams Forsaken

There is No Mr Mojo Risin

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces Look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

It seems the Lizard King knew it well
As Do I
So don’t give me poems of Unrequited Love
So don’t speak to me of unanswered hope
And dreams Left to die alone and silent

To me the word has a special meaning
To me the word is a screaming mirror
To me the word is a Wailing wall
To me the word is Me

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