Indigo Shoes

Father, now how was I to write with no letters?
No letters grace the page
Frame the crease
The crease
You left.

Father, now I’ve spent a year writing with no letters.
No letters have arrived
No return to sender
No sender
Addressed.

You slip up now as you slipped up then
Callin’ me the man that you called friend
We may look alike, he’s my daddy, true
But let’s get this straight: I’m not him.

museshoes:

It was the Allegory which told of our immeasurable ignorance and incommunicable wisdom. Since our inception, the sun and the moon have been beacon to our comprehension, that we may understand duality; good and evil, light and dark, life and death. It is the latter in which I am puzzled, for never has the sun gone out before its time. So why should you, child of nature, be any different?

Do not leave me. The moon does not shine alone.

There are things in this world I never thought I’d see.
You were all there was to have;
Your heart a lock with no key.
Every breath
A step
Towards an end not for me.

You were mine
Never to have.
All the dreams that paved this path.
You’re the mortar in these walls;
My foundation.
Never attained salvation.
Ever growing deprivation.
All I need.

And that is why
You and I
Cannot be.

This time makes me feel as I’ve never felt before.
I could fall…
right out…
of my body.

And should you be there, I’m a feather to the floor.
I’ll fall…
right out…
of this body.

Clandestine slips of the tongue, to your lips.
My heart…
falls out…
of my body.

We slip away to a night full of play.
But no love…
pours out…
of your body.

Oh,
You’re his to be sure.
I tried my best to be pure.
When admitting all my crimes,
We had such a wonderful time.
But oh,
You’re his to be sure.

Picked up a leaf
On a lifeless road.
Was it really there?
I don’t know.
But I take it as…
I take it as proof we’re close.

Just down the path there’s a mountain that ascends in to the sun.
I’ll climb with you till our kingdom come.
You may be distant now, but I won’t fall behind-
Where’d you go?

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White, white distance
Extends in to the
Black, black horizon
All I had to fear is now unknown
Long, long away
Are those memories
Awful, awful memories
Of a world that thought itself a home

When I first met you
You couldn’t remember my name
No, I’m not Luke
But thanks all the same
And if I can be honest
I think you’re pretty swell
And though it was wrong, I fell…

People, not places
Are the things that make a home
When I’d met your daddy
I knew inside you weren’t alone
And though times were tough
You were strong and filled with pride
I suppose it was because you had him beside…

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