View Full Version : To fill a mocking void. Reflections by KrillZ


krillZ
05-13-05, 12:12 PM
She is my world,
Since the day she was born,
The angel in my arms
I'll keep her safe and warm.
And I would trade
My life so she could live,
I'll give my heart
Till there's nothing left to give.
She would be fine
If one day I left her far behind,
But the emptiness
Would drive me out of my mind

I have a child
But a father I'm not
I'm singing songs you'll never hear
I'm still crying
But it's when you're fast asleep
I'll be singing songs you'll never hear

Deep inside
I know the things that I must do,
But I'm afraid
I'll see myself clear and true.
I have realized
I've wasted her love and her life.
She could have
Been happy, a loving husbands wife,
Now our dreams
Are gone, smoke that's blown away.
I know it's my fault
I can't love her anymore, so I'll take all the blame.

I have a woman
But a man I am not
I'm singing songs you'll never hear
I'm still dreaming
That someday I will live
I'll be singing songs you'll never hear

I have loved
The one that I can't have
She'll be singing songs I'll never hear
I can't forget
How much I'll always love her,
Let her sing those songs i'll never hear.
I pray she'll always sing those songs I'll never hear.

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my name is a train
southeast
sleeping,
sexless love
brickless walls.
are we in heaven mother
or are we crazy
i am the greatest not ever of all time.
Lines of native flow in her body,
there is nothing left to challenge.

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there is a highway that spoons the coast, wraps it's legs around these small towns,
passing houses of people whose names we will never know.
i am one of those nameless. pass me by without a second thought.
i am here.
when all the highways end and friends part for the last time we forget what we were, who we were
we marvel with the passing crowds that see our lives from the outside.
somewhere in transit, we pass ourselves, mirror child of every *****, killer and well wisher.
in the intersections, the nameless introduce themselves....."i am" they all say.
and call myself "i was".
now they leave me, where they were.
where i am.
for a moment i was there,
I am,
"I was".

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Dream with me, on
Open up whistle down highways
Breathing through antique malls
Boarded up RV lots.
Windblown finger fixed
Hair behind your ear,
Interstate meadows
Furrowed green
Staghorn hillsides.
Early summer heat on
Concrete riverbeds,

Branching off to
Little towns that ebb as we pass
Drained into ponds of cities
And homes too far to view.
Come dream with me,
As the circle sky
Gives birth overhead.

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Said she saw God once
On the North end of town,
But she always gets confused
When the light starts
Falling down.
She sits home all alone
Just to see whoíll come around,
But she always wakes alone on
North end of town


Her grandpa forgets in
The middle of his story
Aní thereís a picture of a
Buick, where grandmaís
Used to be.
Itís been there since she left
In the summer of sixty-three,
And he canít recall
The way it used to be.




Her parents left town
Just the other day
Packed up everything
They ever had and,
Moved away
Maybe they were hurtiní,
Maybe just afraid.
But she donít question
Why they went away


Said she saw God once
On the North end of town,
But she always gets confused
When the light starts
Falling down.
She sits home all alone
Just to see whoíll come around
But she wakes up cold on the
North end of town